A dialogoue on Facebook...

"She" is a face on the facebook. I was taken aback by her luscious lower lip

She: I am coming to the conclusion that I have BAD luck in the ristha department: if he looks good in the picture he looks REAAALLLLY bad in person , if he's a doctor he turns out to be totally out of shape and has a severely receding hairline, if he's really funny he ends up being 3 inches shorter then me, when I start to think he has some possibilities, he turns out to be an illegal alien...

Atif: After careful reading, much thought, consideration and racking my brain, I have finally come to the conclusion that I am the man of your dreams. only a few souls in this world can claim that Providence handed them their soulmate on a silver platter. Congratulations for being one such soul! I am your quick win, if you will. Your low hanging fruit, to put another way. All you need to do is to move forward and pluck me, before someone else does. As I sit here writing this to you, I cant help but marvel at your fortune for having your knight in shinning armor introducing himself to you. Congrats!

She: who the fuk are you?

Atif: oh let me introduce myself! When people first come to know me, they think I am a "loser". But as they begin to know me better, they realize that I am a "pathetic loser". I am a hightech lowlife, mostly harmless but a taste for others’ wife. I am wireless and tireless, hate treadmills but love bench press. I am underpaid and overworked, it was hours ago the last time I jerked. I am middle of the road, over the top, behind the curve and prone to flop. I am a girl pleaser, hate cock teasers. I am tardy at work, and hardy in bed, I have a savings account and I am ready to wed. Interested?

She: Fuk off, jerk!