So my co-workers have decided that I'm too nice a girl not to be dating someone...either that or they'd like me to stop whining about not having a date for this or that event.
Whatever the reason, one of my co-workers who is, shall we say, a very modern thinker, thought it might be good to set me up with a friend of hers. Philosophy Ph.D., smart, cute, laid back, just bought his first house in my neighborhood. Great-sounding guy, by all accounts.
There's just one catch.
He doesn't work for a living. He makes a living off of his website. He never even has to do much with this web site. It just earns him money.
Hm. And now I suppose I'm going to see this website?
Yes. And you need to understand--there's no porn on it. He's not in the porn industry.
Okay, well, we'll risk pulling it up on my work computer.
Hm...it appears to be a portal full of well organized and categorized links. A veritable site map...
of porn sites.
No, my friends, he does not create porn; he never has to get his hands dirty. He merely organizes and links to the porn others have created. Gets something like a buck a click when people go through his site. I'd link to it here, except that that might make me what he is:
A porn-trapreneur! A veritable porn-ucopia of porn-formation.
Monday, February 26, 2007
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