In this article, we tell the story of Wallace- an inquisitive, intelligent, introspective and insightful individual- in search of meaning and relationship in the somewhat vast and thickly foliaged Jungles of Unlikly Possibilities that are dating. We follow our hero through murky bogs, leech-filled swamps, hidden tunnels, intractable quicksand and spear-lined pits filled with proverbial snakes. We accompany dear Wallace over mountains of issues, dense tree canopies ripe with the fruit of past disappointment and rotten with despair and stone temple ruins soft with downy green mosses and overgrown with flora of great beauty and great venom. It is a tale of adventure, of never-ending optimism encased in doubt and, ultimately in certain triumph! You won't want to miss it...
The hormone-induced pecs and chocolate-covered engineers are part of another story, dear Wallace. This story is more like a fairy-tale of girls with fairy wings whose inner core is filled with plastic instead of custard and women of great depth and inner beauty spellbound and entrapped in a thick shroud like fog that can be felt, as well as seen. Something in a nice cheesecake flavor, I think.
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In this article, we tell the story of Wallace- an inquisitive, intelligent, introspective and insightful individual- in search of meaning and relationship in the somewhat vast and thickly foliaged Jungles of Unlikly Possibilities that are dating. We follow our hero through murky bogs, leech-filled swamps, hidden tunnels, intractable quicksand and spear-lined pits filled with proverbial snakes. We accompany dear Wallace over mountains of issues, dense tree canopies ripe with the fruit of past disappointment and rotten with despair and stone temple ruins soft with downy green mosses and overgrown with flora of great beauty and great venom. It is a tale of adventure, of never-ending optimism encased in doubt and, ultimately in certain triumph!
You won't want to miss it...
Are there hormone-induced pectorals, warlocks, humorless nannies and chocolate-covered engineers in this story?
The hormone-induced pecs and chocolate-covered engineers are part of another story, dear Wallace. This story is more like a fairy-tale of girls with fairy wings whose inner core is filled with plastic instead of custard and women of great depth and inner beauty spellbound and entrapped in a thick shroud like fog that can be felt, as well as seen. Something in a nice cheesecake flavor, I think.
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