Low life | 20 November 2010

Last week I had a nibble. A woman on the dating website sent an email saying she thought I looked nice and what did I think of her photo? Cow Girl’s headshot was blurred and I think she might have been wearing a wig. She was looking over her shoulder at the camera and looking saucy. The wig, if a wig it was, was very black and full and lustrous, like a Halloween party wig. I said I thought she looked very nice too. Sexy. Then I read her profile, at the end of which was a categorical statement, amounting almost to a warning, that she was looking for a walking and hiking partner only, male or female, and she would rather keep that relationship platonic.

I emailed back saying that, although women farm-workers wearing Halloween wigs were a particular fantasy of mine, north Wales was a hell of a long way to go just for a platonic walk across the fields, too far really, and I didn’t have a car at the moment, so if it was all the same to her I’d leave it.