Taking a dip or trying to and failing to cajole a shag out of girls on MSN

I'm talking?typing to her again on MSN.

"No chance then?" I say hiding my disappointment.

"Not a chance in hell babe," you say in that cocky cold cruel flippant
matter of fact sort of way.

"Oh," I say.

"Well, were like chalk and cheese mate? you and me," you say.

"And am I the cheese?" I say.

"We're WAAAAAAAY too different you and me, it just wouldn't work out."
You say.

"Well I suppose you must be right, you'd know more about this sort of
thing than me." I say.

"And anyway, I'm off down the Pub disco in a Mo, to get very, very
drunk and try and pull a hunk, but don't you worry babe there are
plenty more fish in the sea, you'll see." You say.

"Fish in the sea?" I say, "Oh well have a nice evening." I say.

"But I'm not going just yet." You say. "Don't you want me to stay?" You
say.

But my mind is off and racing away sailing over deep dangerous
mysterious oceans thinking about the lots of lonely fish inhabiting the
dark blue cruel seas, and I'm thinking what use is that phrase to me. I
mean there are plenty of bugs in the sky and birds in the trees?so?
What is this perpetual infatuation with comparing your potential soul
mate with a cold slimy fish that lives in the sea?

So life, love is it like an ocean?

The fish are you and I? yes? You're a Swordfish and I'm a Barracuda is
that kind of what you mean? Is this an underwater equivalent of chalk
and cheese?

But no I'm not a Barracuda, and if I were a fish?well I think I would
be something like a squid, but that's not really a fish is it? And
that's one problem you see, there's a big grey area about what is and
what is not a fish, a lot of in-between thingies live in the sea?so if
I went fishing for love in the sea so to speak and I've decided I'm not
a squid?I'm a Cod, a Herring or a Mackerel then I would definitely want
to come home with a fish the same as me?well I'm not a pervert am I God
forbid, no that's not me.

And as for you being a Swordfish, well that was the first fish that
jumped in my head, I've seen your picture on MSN and I would say you're
more of a Halibut or a Brill?no, no a Halibut it is because as i say
I've seen your picture and you're definitely not that Brill.

And you say, 'We're WAAAAAAY too different,' you and I, suggesting that
certain fish don't mix and match which is true. But again I'm thinking
we're nothing like bloody fish? I mean next door to me Mr Jones would
be a giant dangerous Moray eel and Mrs Jones with the deepest respect
in the world would be a great big fat white pasty skinned Beluga, and
they have five kids? So do you see? But then again eels and whales are
they fish?

MMMMMMMMHHHHHHHH?

But meanwhile back in the ocean, I'm wondering whether I should dip my
toe in this dangerous love sea. On top the surface is tranquil and
sedate yes, but it's the layers and undercurrents underneath that make
it so, so dangerous for people like me.

AHA!!!

And that's it!!! I've just a realised I'm a Flounder, a big soppy
flapping wet fish sucking panic stricken for air, dying slowly high up
on dry land?a big, big fish that never learned to swim.

So maybe you might have something in this idea, that people are
comparable to fish in the sea.

And then suddenly I hear that familiar tinkle and I look at the screen,
and I'm back on MSN. And it appears I drifted off on a big one there
because it seems you had quite a lot to say.

"OI!!!! You." You say.

"Is anyone there?" You say.

"Anybody at all?" You say.

"HELLLOOOOOOOOOO." You say.

"In the huff are we?" You say.

"OOOOEEEERRRR!!!!" You say.

"Want to see a picture of my bum?" You say.

"Well fuck you then." You say.

"Weirdo." You say.

"See YA then hon XXX." You say.

And off line and into the night you go.

And I never will understand why I'm so attracted to girls who get very
drunk at discos.

And I'll never understand why they aren't attracted towards me.

I wonder if it's because I have a really short attention span?