Blush Am I being importuned? Thanks guys!
The pic of me is probably the best one I've ever had taken. It's about a year old, from a photoshoot we had at work for the marketing department's brochure. The full pick has me sitting on a desk beside my boss, both of staring with rapt expressions at the computer monitors, while I gesture imploringly towards the screen.
The entire thing was supposed to convey the idea that our work was so exciting and brilliant, that we might very well have just uncovered the secret to cold fusion on the hard drive.
Maybe I should post some more realistic pics.
Unfortunately Dan, I already have a boyfriend. However, if I'm ever in California again (I spent a summer travelling the States when I was 19 and thoroughly enjoyed LA and San Francisco), I'll reconsider. I'm a dedicated top though, so if you don't mind being f**ked into next Tuesday...
What else can I tell you about myself? Ummm...not much that's interesting. I did lose my virginity when I was 16 in the disabled restroom of the Empire State Building to a 30-year-old Joaquin Phoenix look-a-like wearing short shorts. Ah, the smell of disinfectant, the screams of children and the click of Japanese tourists cameras! Fond memories.
That's probably the most notable thing that happened in my life though. Although I did almost join the Navy after college as an officer cadet. Even got as far as my Admiralty board. However I realised that my primary motivation for signing away 3 years of my life to defend Queen and Country was a mixuture of David Weber books, a vague panic of not knowing what to do after graduation, and good deal of lust for the Royal Marine University recruiting offcer. (In our interviews he used to sit with his legs so far apart they were pointing to different corners of the room, displaying a package roughly the size of Kent.) Anyway, I decided that the Royal Navy probably didn't need cadets who were only there out of literary romance, ennui, and lust. Plus, there was also the factor that I tend to get sea-sick on cross channel ferries. I went to Edinburgh to get my Masters instead, thinking that I'd soon be in London, becoming a hotshot young publisher and attending book-launches with Salmun Rushdie and Germanine Greer. In the end my Dad twisted some arms and got me a job back home correcting spelling mistakes when I couldn't even get an interview.
I also enjoy working out at the gym. No, scratch that, I hate working out at the gym! I also hate people who can eat and eat and eat and still look thin! And I hate having a metabolism that means if I want to have a reasonable body I have to put in hours of mindless excerise! Ahem. Rant over.
What else? I have a tendency to collect degrees from mediocre Universities. I just can't stop myself. I have 3 now. It seems every time I turned around one of the damned things ends up sticking to me!
Anyway, I can't be bothered to post any more pics.
Just click on my gaydar profile if I haven't totally bored you away with my inane prattle and you're not even reading this.
http://gaydar.co.uk/kitjed23
