I sent this email to a chick on a dating site…… VERY fit, loved mountaineering, skiing off piste, camping and cuddling up under canvas and laughing.
She said she’d like to meet someone who’d also seen where clouds were made on the tops of mountains and one of her photos was of her sat in front of a huge boulder on the edge of a drop, to which she was attached by a rope that looked VERY loosely tied around it in a big loop.
The caption was… ‘Me, tied to a rock’
Hi,
You have THE most impressive profile I’ve seen yet, and I’d go for you in a heartbeat, but for the following……
- You’d kill me for sure certain.
- You’re too far away for me. My range these days is the surrounding 500 yards and closing….. Ten feet on a foggy day. Foggy weather at night isn’t applicable because Mummy said that’s when girls who don’t wear knickers go out, and that ‘it just isn’t very nice’, but never did really explain why…. I s’pose it’s the cold and damp. Where the darkness comes in is anyone’s guess.
- I’ve never climbed more than a few bricks in the garden, so I hope you’ll forgive me if I don’t consider that climbing photo of you as qualifying being ‘tied to a rock’. I can tell you for sure-certain that I’d want a lot more rope than that, even if I was only going down a beach path, let alone swinging a thousand foot up in the breeze. I’d also want it wrapped around that rock a good few more times too, ….at least fifty times, …. say, sixty for safety. I’d make sure it was tied a lot more tightly than in your photo, and for good measure gaffer-taped to the rock so it won’t slip off. Then I’d want that bleddy rock tied to something else. Looks like a rock waiting to roll to me!
- I like a cuddle as much as the next chap, but isn’t doing it under canvas a bit hard on the skin? I prefer a nice duvet, 300 tog at least. Laughing at me under the canvas won’t help me get it up either. Being a gentleman of a certain age, I appreciate a bit of robust and enthusiastic encouragement to get steam up as it is these days….
- I have to be honest and admit I’ve never seen where the clouds are made. They’ve always just sort of, well, just been there I suppose, but now you have me thinking. You SURE they knock them up in mountains? Does the government know this? Are they tax deductible? Who makes them anyway and is there a training scheme? Is Health and safety an issue? So many questions come to mind….
- I’ve never been skiing in my life, partly because I already endorse plenty of ways of efficiently breaking my neck, thanks all the same. I know it must cheer you up, but surely it’s pretty risky skiing when you’re piste off. I did the washing up when I was piste off once, and it cost a packet I can tell you. Smashed a whole dinner set, a tea-pot, bent the soup ladle irreparably and put three windows out as well. The wife wasn’t best pleased, especially since she forgot herself and broke wind in anger, when frankly she shouldn’t have risked it. Not with the prunes she used to have for breakfast. Ruined a new pair of white slacks she was wearing at the time, that did, and I never heard the last of it for a month.
Then she left me to find a bigger idiot. At least I’m sure that’s what she said…..
Anyway…. I think I’ve made it clear why I think we’d never be compatible, but my God you’d look bleddy magnificent on the back of Hoover (see my motorcycle photos) with your toned little leather-clad bottom sticking out, cheering all the poor motorists up as we flash by….
All I wanted to say, really, was that you really are a little belter of a woman and, but for the above, I’d go for you like a pursued ferret hammering along a drainpipe, without even the slightest encouragement.
As an Officer and a Gentleman, therefore, I step to one side, salute you for your energy and spunky nature, and wish you plenty of luck in finding a suitable mountaineer/skier/camper/traveller etc. etc. etc…..
K.x {:o)