I may be a little old . . .
. . . "but I'm doin' all right." And I've got proof! Just take a gander at this Russian beauty, 'E-katerina'. Quite a looker, eh? She contacted me yesterday:
Hello, stranger!Isn't that something?! She knows my nickname! And she got right to the point:
How are you? I saw your profile on site and I got interested.Of course she got interested! One look at a fellow like me juggling my three balls would catch the attention of a sharp-eyed looker like 'E-katerina' any day! But there's more:
If you are interested in me too write to me on my e-mail: ekaterina-trofimenko10(at)rambler.ruRambler. Nice touch. 'E-katerina' is obviously punning on my middle name and the name of the automobile company that first manufactured the "Rambler."
But then comes a slightly puzzling remark:
And I will surely answer to you.I don't get it. Why would she answer to "You" if her name is 'E-katerina'? Shouldn't she answer to "E-katerina" instead? Maybe it's a Russian thing?
I send you one of my photos.Thanks, but you already did.
My name is Ekaterina, I am 29, I live in Russia, in the city of Omsk.You forgot the coordinating conjunction, but let's not cavil about such a trivial peccadillo when far greater peccadillos await us. No, let's obsess on Omsk. The very word sounds like something that 'E-katerina' and I might ardently whisper into one another's ears:
"Omsk!"Yeah, I know. Love always seems ridiculous to those not caught up in its glorious affliction.
"Omsk yes! Omsk!"
"Omsk my god!"
"Omsk! Omsk! Omsk!"
Now, you might think 'E-katerina' just another gold-digger, but you'd be wrong:
I have a job.See. I told you. And she's smart, too:
I am intellectual, sociable and gay.Wha-a-a-a-a-at? She's not being straight with me? Not sure how to take that. But I reckon my masculine charm simply bursts through all barriers.
I want to find a generous and caring man, to whom I will give all my caress and will take care of him. I hope you are the one that I was looking for for so long.Baby, I'm your man! I'll be happy to take your entire caress. I'm assuming that this unique caress is of the rambling sort . . .
Write to me and tell me more about you!Not only will I reply, but I'll do so "on site"! You can read my words right now!
Take care. Ekaterina.I am taking care, 'E-katerina', great care indeed. Meanwhile, you take care yourself. Try to avoid that orange smog. It's already devoured your right arm, in case you hadn't noticed. Normally, the person who's just lost an arm would realize that painful fact, but you're so concentrated on me that you seem not to have noticed. Are other body parts also missing?
Oh, and I just remembered one little thing . . . I'm married. Happily. To a real woman. Sorry to disappoint you, 'E-katerina', but you'll get over me.
Doubtless, you've already heard from others anyway, perhaps even from would-be lovers who've just read this blog post . . .