I’ve swallowed my pride

I’ve followed the legions

Here I am, another humble citizen in the abominable world of online romance.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.

A message from a man arrived today. A plump, old man, boasting a picture of himself in the garden on a sun-drenched afternoon. He stood under a sprinkler turned away from the camera, tugging coyly at a pair of speedos. They were slapped around his waist so tight that the skin popped out like a ham bound with string. Water droplets glistened, the bathers shimmered with desire. He was the perfect pink and squishy ball of summer bliss, just begging to be played with. The lights went out once more and the last few photons of my final glimmer of hope vanished without a trace.

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