The Internet Is For Porn...

Let's say you meet a guy who seems nice, you chat, you get along, you agree to meet for a drink... You tell me..... what is wrong...

Let's start with his name. Igor... his name was Igor.... which in Russia is a common as Mike but we're not there. I DID know this going into the date. I would like to think I am not so bad to NOT go out with someone because of their name but I think I might start. He unfortunately got the wrong end of the stick. His younger brother's name is Dave which I found funny for more then one reason.

Oh! Side Bar: got stalked by train wreck the other night. Yes, he's acquired a new car & insisted on sitting outside my bldg until I came to the balcony to view it. I would like to say it was very Romeo & Juliet except in this version, Romeo's a Freakin' Lying Sack of Crap & can't string together two sentences nevermind poetry... Toot! Toot! The bitter train is coming is strong today!

No but at dinner, he inquired to what I do... I never realized so many people out there have no idea what graphic design is. The follow up question is generally: "computer?" To which I never know how to answer ... isn't it PRETTY common practice in any profession these days that people use a computer so why you ask me that I don't know...

I think I may start telling people I dog walk but dog walkers are freakshows you meet online & then try & j*k off to you via web cam, so nevermind.

Toot! Toot!

So after explaining that I design things like logos using computer programs, I ask him to further explain what he did; internet marketing. Yes, through our talks he explained he works for himself at home. I was starting to think I have a thing for guys that run online businesses when he drops that actaully he owns his own porn site....

Right.So what you're saying is I CAN'T use you for search engine optimization? No... he just sticks to the "host & post" part of things. Apparently, he's got a few, they're huge & well known... HEY if that's not porn, I don't know what is.

I don't know if me killing myself laughing was appropriate because I could only think of two things right then... 1: Nanz (who's convinced that EVERYONE in Vancouver is in the sex industry somehow) and 2: How I'm going to write about it.

So I ask him what sort of things are you into for fun... he goes on to tell me he's one of the top tennis players in BC and I could only finish that sentence off in my head "who sells porn".

I've been told this is going to be our new game for the weekend... finishing off every sentence with "Who sells porn..." as me & about 20 people are headed up to whistler for what will be no doubt a GIANT GONG SHOW... Help me Jesus! Help me Tom Cruise! I'm bringing the limbo stick... I hope I come back alive.