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.
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a buck a click?! holy crap. tell me again why I'm not doing that? getting paid for your hobbies and all that...
Yes, Hawk McGee, it is tempting, isn't it? You dirty, dirty bird. (Sorry, just watched re-run of Misery.)
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