May 27th, 2007
So, my Italian IM’d me, and I gave him another chance, but it won’t be happening again. I did a little cybering in IRC about, oh, a decade ago now? And I seem to remember it wasn’t that great and left me feeling slightly soiled, but at least it turned me on. Somehow the crudeness — in both senses of the word — of the animations kills any eroticism in the words, and heaven knows there wasn’t all that much of it to destroy. All that ridiculous hopping about from ball to ball, looking for new, increasingly anatomically unlikely ways to hump… honestly, camping is a more interesting and productive way to spend time, because a) you’re getting paid and b) you can check your email or sort your inventory while you’re doing it.
I can see the novelty of clubbing wearing off eventually too, but for now it’s kind of fun cobbling together outfits from the freebie boxes and setting off to earn my dollars on the dance pads. Yes, it’d be quicker to take a couple of real dollars out of my PayPal account and just buy some, but where’s the adventure in that?
What I’m actually going to do with these dollars, I have no idea. Blow it on shoes? Save up for a year and buy a nice skin? Upload some of my own textures? Make charitable donations to money trees?
Labels: Clubbing, Newbies, Second Life, Sex
