HCwDB: The Next Generation
Vanity Fair explains the next-generation of social media hookup HCwDB tragedy:
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They arranged to rendezvous at a shopping mall in Los Angeles not far from the neighborhood where they lived. “Of course it was going to be a public place. And if it turned out he was really some gross old man, I’d just run away.” But there he was, standing by his car, looking almost like his picture. . . . Almost. There was something different about his face—it was “squishier. Like, he was almost fat.” But now here they were, and she didn’t know quite how to get out of it.
He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. He smelled of Axe Body Spray. She was sorry she’d spent so much time getting ready for this. “I even waxed,” she said. He wanted her to get in his car, but she knew she shouldn’t. They started walking around the mall, “talking about nothing, nothing. It was awkward, totally weird.” He asked if she wanted to sit down, but there was nowhere to sit except in restaurants, so they wound up going inside a Pottery Barn and making out on a couch. Later she posted something on her Tumblr blog about the difficulty of finding love.
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Pottery Barn, kids.
Pottery Barn.
There is only one way for me thank you for that enlightening, depressing read.
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The internet ain’t all that bad. I found this amusing Mulatto on the wheybs.
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As a “gross old man” I am seriously offended by that article. I will be canceling my subscription to Vanity Fair, effective immediately.
everyone has their particular hell. i hope theirs smells of port salut abandoned in the back of the coolerator behind the fuzzy cocktail weiners!
Youth is wasted on the young, I says.
I spontaneously ejaculated on a Pottery Barn couch, once.
sounds like the dumb bitch got just what she deserved, Axe body spray and all
A blow job is the new “Good Morning”.
I like this chicks nethers, but aint nobody got time for that.
Poor Plinky,..