The nanosecond bad arse to risk romance

The nanosecond bad a** to risk romance Twenty first century technology allows, enables, and provides instantaneous virtual unconsummated love. Within the course of a texting or sexting session one lovelorn lad (or grown man) can fabricate a faux impression with the young or old fellow claiming lineage as a reincarnated Hessian essentially a German trooper hired by the British to help fight during the American Revolution principally drawn from the German state of Hesse-Cassel. Heavily reliant on the ability to embellish I, a married communitarian, flexitarian, latitudinarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian seek an applicable, flirtatious, illicit liaison with a sugar mommy to relish. Though basically discriminatory father/husband impractical joker caught the incurable texting/sexting fever rationalizes triggering, voyaging, and xeriscaping his prickly little garden borer would not smack of adultery, infidelity, but witness jocularity, levity, and negotiability within the parameters of cyberspace. Simulation of being electronically coupled won't necessitate justice of the peace nor wedding officiant or marriage officiant, sometimes referred to as a celebrant. Both people able, eager, ready and willing to sample a pseudo/quasi noteworthy scaled union as all "good boys do fine" for the treble clef lines or "All Cows Eat Grass" for the treble clef spaces and "Fat Cows Eat Grass" for the bass clef lines can simply pledge their troth for the duration of time spent online. If game to feign bondage, discipline (or domination), sadism, and masochism (as a type of sexual practice) then Ubangi me, and subsequently I do likewise to thee all in good and healthy fun - ha! Cavorting with sophisticated banter would more closely delineate mine harried style swiftly tailored word play not only in one direction but also contesting each other with palindromes and maybe even talking in cryptograms. Impossible mission to discover visa vis other people (predominantly of the female persuasion - ideally a galavanting gender conforming heterosexual lass striving to hone her proficiency with English language in general and as a creative grammarian, cognitive humanitarian, and circumspective nothingarian to whip out her wit and wisdom for no particular rhyme nor reason, but just merely to quip for the sheer joy of employing lingua franca. If unsuccessful with deploying a figurative spark courtesy atypical modus operandi videlicet and fail to strike up a potential quasi match with a receptive counterpart, I will continue to entertain myself summoning forth innovative verses if for nobody else but yours truly (me), who experienced joie de vivre when satisfied with a written endeavor trying to avoid bombastic, egocentric, idiosyncratic, et cetera eye sores. One must do whatever in their power to cope with cares and concerns of an uncertain webbed, wide world. For me, that means reading and writing.