Blue Dolphin
Back home again
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OOC
Ron Jones, aged 36, red hair, brown eyes, 5-11, hasbeen alone 4 years since wife died. A quiet shy man in public, but a good man at heart. Decided to look for a female companion through the personal ads, as it is more anonymous.
IC
Ron picked the magazine up yet again, to look at the advert he had circled in red ink.
Gentile redhead, aged 30, own home, non smoker, no children, seeks male for friendship
Likes eating out and dancing, fun loving lady
seeks friendship at first, maybe more later.
No time wasters please
He wondered, would this one be genuine, not like the last time he had replied, when the 32 year old funlover turned out to be a fat 55 year old grandmother, who just wanted a toy boy to fuck her weekly.
He had been pondering for days now, and, at last he decided, he had nothing to lose. what would one more failure be, there was always tomorrow.
Ron wrote quickly, explaining who he was, and enclosing a photograph, then it was off to the Post Office, to wend it, and begin the long wait, and hope, for a reply.
Ron Jones, aged 36, red hair, brown eyes, 5-11, hasbeen alone 4 years since wife died. A quiet shy man in public, but a good man at heart. Decided to look for a female companion through the personal ads, as it is more anonymous.
IC
Ron picked the magazine up yet again, to look at the advert he had circled in red ink.
Gentile redhead, aged 30, own home, non smoker, no children, seeks male for friendship
Likes eating out and dancing, fun loving lady
seeks friendship at first, maybe more later.
No time wasters please
He wondered, would this one be genuine, not like the last time he had replied, when the 32 year old funlover turned out to be a fat 55 year old grandmother, who just wanted a toy boy to fuck her weekly.
He had been pondering for days now, and, at last he decided, he had nothing to lose. what would one more failure be, there was always tomorrow.
Ron wrote quickly, explaining who he was, and enclosing a photograph, then it was off to the Post Office, to wend it, and begin the long wait, and hope, for a reply.