twisting around

I have been playing around in my head with moving this blog from wordpress to blogger, and now I have done it for realz.

I’ve imported all the old posts and made it kinda spiffy. http://twistingaround.blogspot.com/ (Very original, I know…)

Okay, there’s something…. off-putting? Scary? In my profile or just surrounding me. A giant “I’m a big meanie” sign or something. Maybe I’m always dancing and no one will tell me! An illustration: Tonight I went to the particle lab to read up on some stuff and nab a couple templates. There were a few other people there, looking around and using the sandbox. There was a guy, you know the guy, about two weeks old, he’s got some new clothes and hair but still in the guy-next-door shape? He’s going around and chatting up the female avis one by one. The machine-gun technique of picking up women, you know. Fire enough bullets, bound to hit one.

Anyway, he’s boldly approaching and chatting them up–getting politely shut down each time–and finally makes his way around the path to me. He stands about ten meters away from me as I’m reading the notecard on push tricks. After about a minute, he flies away without a word. WTH? Even the n00bs stay away! I even had cute (small) hair on. Heh.

Goofus sees a girl he finds attractive. “See my large and putty-like penis I found in a box of freebies?” he says, confident she will be swayed by his prowess.

Gallant sees the same girl, and takes a look at her profile. “I see you enjoy ballroom dancing,” he says. “I know of a grand club that suffers from very little lag!”

Goofus frowns at Gallant, moving in on his girl. “Did you not see my enormous member? It matches my system skin and looks good with my gigantic pectorals.”

Gallant swiftly changes into a tux, allowing a brief glimpse of his attractive skin and proportional body shape. “Those are some very nice shoes you’re wearing,” he says. “Do you mind if I ask where you got them?”

Goofus, growing more desperate, removes his penis and puts on some clothes. “I can dance, too,” he says. “How long do we have to talk before we can have sex?”

Gallant, taking another peep at the girl’s profile, says, “You’re interested in building? Here, take some landmarks for good places to learn! Perhaps, after dancing, we can adjourn to my place to talk more about things you find interesting…”

Goofus, watching the teleport swirls as Gallant and the girl leave. “Bitch.”

Really, guys, read the profile. And put something in yours! Nothing screams “Alt” or “I’m just here for the slex” louder than a blank profile.

Just a blog so I have a place to post random SL snapshots and whatnot.