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Another Bloody Shotgun Letter

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[begin rant]
Thank you Patrick, for your email. I appreciate that you spent a lot of time writing it, and before you get the wrong impression, I am simply replying as a girl who receives a lot of letters like yours.
You see, it is very disheartening to be reading a letter via a dating website, from a man who clearly has not read my profile. Your letter reads as though it is one you have sent out to all the girls at [insert name of dating website] in the hope that someone might not be smart enough to realise you don’t actually know which one has replied.
Your letter has a lot going for it, you are clearly reasonably articulate and your spelling and grammar appears correct, which you may not know is an important thing if you are trying to attract a discerning girl. But you would be a lot better to use fewer words and be more genuine.
If you are writing to attract a girl at least refer to something in particular about her that you found interesting. Clearly you haven’t really read my profile, or you would have seen that I am attractive, and intelligent and also a fairly clever writer, surely that’s enough to get you writing to me rather than the fact I simply have a profile on a dating site a which must mean that I clearly must be desperate enough to respond to any one who writes.
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End of the Year as we Know it.

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I know, it’s only October, but face it – the retailers are telling us the end is nigh… Can’t you tell by the Christmas decorations in stock? I imagine, before we can turn around, the garish window paintings will begin hurrying us in-store to stock up in time… as if it’s the end of the world rather than just the end of the year.

And it isn’t just the wallet that suffers the pressure. It’s the calendar too.

Here’s me, meditating over a quick visit to the homeland to meet the next addition to the Singular clan (if he/she ever arrives) and/or taking up the offer of a weekend ‘up yonder’ for a Bliss reunion and a wibmeet with Chops and the Lovely One – (oooh and the Steak Club).

I pull out the calendar to find a couple of free weekends and there are woefully few. My flabber is ghasted.

I have/had

This weekend –
Lunch at the Moody Chef Cafe in St Leonards (delish)
Dinner at the Bavarian Beer Cafe in Manly (Happy Birthday Miss Lisa and what a lovely venue)
A kitchen tea (hopes desperately there are no silly games in same vein as baby shower games)

And will have in the following weekends
2 weddings (ka ching$$$$)
A camera club outing
A young (cough) entrepreneurs (choke) breakfast
Cocktails and Dinner with Kaffin and Booker
The Girly Big Thing at church, at which attendance is compulsory (ack… all that estrogen)
A Party at the Miss Lisa mansion, for no other reason that to party.
Breakfast with Ron and Jeff and the small girls at the Glasshouse at the (new) Hilton (ooh la la)

(ed. Not necessarily in that order)

And actually, this is all before December – Which is when airfares get stupidly priced…

Bugger, looks like a trans-tasman visit is out of the question, and Chops? Flick suggested a trip ‘up yonder’ in January…