A friend was telling me about speed dating the other day. She was off to a gold diggers' event where men need to be over 35 and earning £50k+. Unfortunately I do not qualify. Anyway, instead of going for commoners earning a mere £50k I suggested she try out
Trader Dater, which in my view is quite definitely the worst dating site imaginable. It basically allows super model chicks to gold dig for money printing traders. How tacky.
Unfortunately my mate got a date with a
Norwegian Natural Gas trader. I therefore used my poker slush fund to purchase her a
rape alarm as I'd feel very bad should anything happen to her.
It's time for bed now. I was up at 530am. It's now 11pm. But for some reason I'm sitting at Laddies with the
Juice. J recons that I need to worship more, but I'm still losing at the NL. And don't have the time or motivation to move back to limit. Oh well.