A New Comment

Well it's been a week since my last blog post celebrating my first success, and coincidently it has taken a week for my hardon to go down ;-)

But now I've been "perked up" by a fresh comment on my first blog by a "Mrs.. ?" URL titled: searchforahusband.blogspot.com
Apparently it was a facebook friend of a friend who recommended it to her. Thanks S.S.!

And she is writing a blog about her efforts to find a husband.

But not from Basingstoke!

Blimey this could this be a match made in heaven could it be? Er no as it happens, but I got chatting to her nontheless:

(Below she is "Mrs foxy up-for-it babe: ". But in reality she is looking for Mr Right. Whereas I am Mr Right-now looking for Miss "you'll-do"..)

Me: "So when are we having a date?"

Mrs foxy up-for-it babe: "er (flounder fumble not quite sure)"

Me: "I'm looking for material for my next blog posting"

Mrs foxy up-for-it babe: "er (more fumbling, floundering, and general not quite sureness)"

Me: "And if you'll go on a date with me you'll save me hundreds of hours trapsing through shopping centres and railway station platforms..."

Mrs foxy up-for-it babe: "lol. Age??"

(straight to the point I guess)

Me: "er (flounder fumble not quite sure)" ...


OK she blew me out because I was too old.

Fair enough I guess. Awwww (retreats to a quiet corner to weep).

I did try persuading her in favour of the line "the discerning lady always appreciates the finesse of an older guy" although I think she had started to suspect that this "older guy" didn't have much in the way of "finesse"...


Anyway I do have one thing to announce. And that is our two blogs are getting married!

Unbeknownst to us their randy electrons have been smooching over cyberspace, and are now pregnant, shortly to give birth to a litter of little web-pages.
Half a dozen Ebay auctions will provide a guard of honour for the bride, and there will be thousands of twitter posts as confetti.

Ahhhh!

Right, enough of this verbal diarrhoea, I'm off to bed.

SCORE!!!!!!

I am so overjoyed, it's untrue. Yes, GeekyMicky, against all odds and all of his personality, has dipped his wick. Got his end away. Done the dirty deed, and got his leg over.

It was one of the ladies from Reading 4 weeks ago.

I can't believe how easy it was. Hopefully it wasn't a set-up job by my mate Elvis Clarkson, who might have found it very entertaining to slip the girl a fiver...

The story is very simple. After chatting her up on the Saturday night (read my earlier blog about this) and having left her my card, she texted me out of the blue:

    Hi, Hope you had a good night last Saturday.
    Having chat in town in couple of weeks if you're about.
    Love,
    Miss Mysterious..

(OK she didn't actually say "Love" but I thought I'd add that for comic effect!)

cool! I thought. Hmmm two weeks is a long time to wait.
Heck I'm not waiting. In for a penny, in for a pound, I replied:

    Two weeks. I can't wait that long!
    More like two hours would be better ;)

I am a cheeky git :-)

But it worked. She texted me back, met me again in Reading, back to her house, and wham bham thankyou maam :-)

What a star I am! A quality 47 year old cougar with a lovely pair of bazookas.

So that's that really. This blog, having recorded the fact that GeekyMicky does in fact now have SOME skill with the ladies, is surely redundant. Finished. Splatted.
Well I thought about it, and it's not really the end of the story is it. It is merely the beginning of the path to "sarging" authority.

There's more to add, including report of my first (and last unfortunately) date with the indian babe whose number I got at the V&A museum, my efforts to pick up Oxford university students last night, and a (rather) pointless date with a Japanese girl who spoke really bad English. But I've run out of time for now.

Adios :)