That...is....a CREEPY pic o.o

Did I ever post the free hugs man here?

I swear I am getting alzheimers. Today I had to ask one of my 80 something year old clients what day it was! How embarrassing for me, that she actually knew, and could tell me in the impressive time of .2 seconds.

Well, even if I already have, I will post him again, cos this sums me up pretty well. See it's not just teen girls who have problems with boys and stuff. Us old girls still do the same silly things over and over, even if we know it's going to make a guy run a mile!

I was thinking about the 'FREE HUGS' man. You know the guy who carries that big sign around with him in city streets, giving away free hugs? Well, being as overly affectionate as I am, and scaring away every guy I know, with my constant need for love and affection. I was wondering whether the free hugs guy might be able to satisfy my need for cuddles?

But then I thought, how embarrassing would that be, if I hugged him so much, and so often, that even the free hugs man would run away from me! Or worse still, call the police, and take out a restraining order against me, to stay within 500 meteres of him at all times!

Yes typical male, I bet even he lies and can't fulfill his promises! The bastard, how dare he ignore me and tell me to go away! I'll fix him. I'll cut up his cardboard sign into a million pieces and then where will he be? Nowhere, that's where. He'll be a noone, and a nobody! Bloody bastard, he's just like all the rest of the men out there! Liar!!

("...funny your writing about hugs, where my feeling is that I want to lose my body now..." confessed the goblin, adding "...no, I am not meaning it as something I will do to myself, oh no, far from it, just that, as peter pan outlives wendy in the book, in fact, they both outlive their author j m Barrie here...", so the old fart breaths life into the goblin then, and the goblin lives on the internet now, the persona becomes credible)

repost from elsewhere, a dating site's "last post" thread

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Why not start your own site and invite those you admire for their writing skills to join you

"...true, and as an idea it is sound enough, but I would still have to go to new sites for two reasons..." mused the goblin, thinking about it now, continuing "..."editing" and "meeting", editing in that what you see here are reposts, that is even when I direct reply by reposted from my laptop now, where in each reposting, the wording is ironed out a little..", and then the goblin mentioned the other reason, while actually wondering how people in the west country dry the clothes in all this rain here, so his mind went off in a tangent again to those enlightened words "introducing the all new ecologically friendly way of drying ones clothes near dartmoor, first wash and spin dry them, then hang them out to dry for however long one wishes, then, while still damp that is, wear those clothes on ones person till dried out, then return them to the laundry basket and repeat process where required" then returning to subject "...no, the other reason is that I like to meet people here, but not their real life counterparts that is, just their personas now, perhaps then, if there is an author in all of us as they say, then that's what I'm looking for now..."

"...the Free Hugs man, yes I saw this a while back, and thought how fantastic is that, as for all the social twittering that goes on, it is that touch, the sharing of each others body warmth that conveys so much, even the man hug that I have taught my sons, but many are denied this now, with our modern views and social progress of disposable Dads, homophobia, and paedophilia mania, and so to make up for it, in a little way somehow, if I like you, then you will get a hug regardless of my current state, covered in muck, stinking of smoke or woodchip, you are gonna get it whether you like it or not, for the ones that don't, recoiling and grimacing they get the bonus of my smirk of amusement upon recognition of their discomfort, and the ones I really like my Cancerian claws don't let go, and offer eternal comfort..." and now I must clean up this mess I have made, of the house and me, just in case someone per chance comes around, I do try and make an effort.

I have made a decision. I will wait till they create a lifelike robot man, and buy myself a husband! If I can get one as sweet and funny as Robin Williams was in Bi Centenial man, I will never crave the need for human contact again! The free hugs man can take his piece of cardboard and shove it where the sun don't shine!

"I hear he is very hairy too..."

laughing softly the spirit entered. "Why do such as that, dearest mars? you are wonderful, surely you could do much greater with life then cybornations. After all, you are delightful." she smiled and ended softly with; "And, all things you stop searching for will end up finding you once you give them the chance."

Internet porn has ruined everything for single women around the globe. You can't compete with a woman who shows so much adoration and worship to a male as does the 'porn woman'. And real life men who live in a fantasy world believe that that is how women are....gagging for them, begging to be with them, worshipping their manhood as though it was the one thing that will keep them alive.

So, real life men walk around thinking their penis is a magic wand, or a lifeline, and think women will be happy with a one night stand or a few bread crumbs thrown their way.

"I'll give her a night of 'love' she will never forget, and that will be enough, then I'm off to satisfy the next woman with my beast of a penis. For it is a magic wand, a lifeline, and I must bless each and every woman out there with it, otherwise I am not doing my duty as a God".

Well I imagine that's how they think while walking down the road looking for the next woman to save........

Do yourselves a favour, and do not believe that porn is real. Those women are getting paid to worship the ground those men walk on. In real life, your girlfriends will scold you, will yell at you, will probably tell you you are not as good a lover as you think, will knock you down a peg or two, will laugh at you, will be angry with you. These are the emotions of a real woman. Don't confuse her with a woman who gets paid to be nice.

While the single men out there continue to live in a fanstasy world where women worship them, I will continue to move away from them. So I hope they make my robot man out of a super soft lifelike alloy, because I do like the feel of a human body.

"...would that be the ultimate betrayal you think, when we have reached that point, as research surges ahead, with some experts predicting that within a hundred years we will all be living to one hundred and eighty, and to sate the no doubt increasing demand for the younger woman, the technology has caught up too, and the pleasure androids are rolled off the assembly line, delivered to your door, only to find, some years later, something vibrating hidden in the back of her draw, and then a little while after, finding yourself on the internet complaining "my robot girlfriend has just dumped me""

"...or this repost..."

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my cock, it is large.

"It worked then... must be handy amongst all these "jocks", just the seduction techniques to work on next, any tips? Unless you have already found your "Lois"... is that what women want then, a big cock, or is that just what men think they want, as many try to be it, still if you are bought up on modern day porn it won't be long until it's the end of the human race as no woman will get pregnant ever again as every teenager thinks you finish, by coming on her face".

(the goblin too, knew that mars bar was right, and yet, whereas men might have an over simplistic view of women as sex objects or domestic helps, women for their part often saw men in terms of meal tickets and family plans, "...I can't talk for others here, only that in my own case, I am finally able to be myself here, where there is no deception, nor trap, just an insight to how others think and tick..." mentioned the goblin, who if ever he became single again, would just remain so)

repost from elsewhere

the goblin somehow agreed with everyone again, "...the flower of youth, pollinated, fruits into mommies" said the goblin "...men are tricked by beauty, women are tricked by babies and years later one is looking at ones offspring who won't listen to us anymore than we listened to our parents..." related the goblin who had been told to get the groceries by his better half

"...a loosely connected repost, but, hey, I can do what I like, it's random..."

"...yes it is a familiar place, a chance to collect your thoughts, to think back, and always reminds me of Fawlty Towers for me Cleese at his peak, and he was dating the delectable Connie Booth at the time who played the waitress/budding artist in the series, and it was hardly based on a myth having stayed at a few similar hotels in my time. I remember causing havoc at one once, when a girlfriend and I were up drinking late and when we ran out of cigarettes we decided to nip to the service station ten miles away to re-stock, but found that the hotel was all locked up, shut down for the night, well it was 3am, and so we let ourselves out by the kitchen door without a thought. Upon our return we were greeted by the irate owner on the doorstep in his dressing gown as unbeknown to us we had triggered off all the alarms upon our escape and only five minutes earlier the place had been crawling with police. It was a mixture of relief, I was not fit to drive I will admit, and guilt, as we stood their trying to keep a straight face in our bare feet apologising profusely, and at breakfast we kept a low profile, some stifled giggles perhaps, when all our friends were telling us of the burglary in the middle of the night that had disturbed them from their sleep. Oh the impetuousness of youth, at being in your peak".

The chameleon wakes from his slumber and jumps in, both feet hovering around his mouth "...evolution or is this social convention you are describing here, as the former is easier to break free from, simply step outside the box, and any woman is free to take me out and pay and spoil me, just dont expect sex afterwards..." several suitable pictures flash through the chameleons mind "...and interestingly, going off at a complete tangent, there is a view that we are evolving dysfunctionally due to the internet, as studies have shown in South Korea the most digitally connected nation in the world where internet addiction is a serious issue with schoolchildren being on-line up to eighteen hours a day, and rather than bring people closer, the internet seems to make people less connected, friends are throwaway, as an early experiment on Face Book proved when users where encouraged to delete a friend in exchange for a free burger. The Burger won"

*Steals her hamburger* man i'm hungery