With perfect timing
I just got an advert pushed through my front door pushing the services of a male escort for the laydeeez.

It is handwritten. That is a bit scary. I mean - how many of these things must he have written? Has he never heard of writer's cramp? Or desktop publishing?

Or maybe it's targeted marketing, and there's only a few houses that have received the ad. But in that case, the would-be gigolo ought to have done more homework. I am male and live alone (excepting the cat - who is also male). The person from whom I bought the house was also single and male.

Oh, well. I kinda pity the no-doubt pimply youth so desperate for a shag that he'll put handwritten notes through people's doors.

Still - the ad had his phone number.

SOOOOOO: Message me if (a) you're a desperate single gal in the Manchester area in need of an escort or (b) you're just malicious and fancy giving him a ring just for the hell of it. (What? B3tans? Surely not!) After all, if he isn't concerned about putting his number through strangers' letterboxes, I'm prepared to help him make a tit of himself. Anyone want to join in the fun?
( Enzyme is in ur [noun]z, [verb]in' ur [noun]z, Fri 14 Sep 2007, 13:46, closed)