It Must Be OK, It's On EastEnders
Worried that internet dating's still a bit, er, niche? Can't be. It's on EastEnders.
It's only a matter of time before Asda and Tesco launch internet dating sites, earning you ClubCard points for every date you go on. The NEC and Olympia will be given over to 10 day Internet Dating Fairs, and people will be faintly embarrassed at dinner parties if they have to admit that they didn't meet their partner online.
Even now, tossy Islington meeja types are sitting around sratching their chins and saying things like 'So, like, we need, like, an internet dating site for people like us, darling - your marketing skills, Tash's PR background and Jonny's IT talent's all we need - and I met a super little chap at a party last week, does the design thing ....'
Don't say I didn't warn you.
posted by NON-WORKINGMONKEY at 11:51 AM
7 Comments:
Not dating. Happily married for 6 years.. (not to gloat at single people, just to give them hope that these types of miracles really can happen, even for a lame-ass like me!!)
But I do love your site anyway!
:-)
I still love you for leaving that message.
Hope your wife won't mind.
DM
xx
Ever thought about 'Made-up internet dating profiles of the (not so)rich and infamous?'
Peter 'R', from Yorkshire:
Likes: Getting out and about, Meeting people.
Dislikes: shaving
Currently listening to: voices in head.
Ian B, from Saddleworth:
Likes: Long walks on the moors, children.
Dislikes: Eating, Myra.
Favourite Smiths song: Suffer Little Children
Or I can send you some stuff in bad taste if you like?
There are also ugly lezzies on Eastenders, and I wouldn't recomend that as a leisure activity either.
Ugly ones that is, if they're both fit them that is different. But you can't get your jollies off imagining Sonia Fowler doing a bit of rug munching though can you?
Can't I?
DM x
Sir, you are much more ill than me!
If beaky Sonia doing a bit of minge munching does it for you then all well and good. But there are places you can book yourself into to get over these feelings you know.
Mind you, I suppose jellied eels are worse. In fact I bet she'd rather have COCK than jellied eels.
Me? A man? No no. I'm a ladymonkey.
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