Oogling

Oogling is the new googling (interesting that googling doesn't compute as an unknown or misspelt word but oogling does). Let me tell you about oogling. I am blogging now to prevent myself sending photos to friends of the most beautiful man on the planet I hunted down via googling activity. That's shameless oogling. Don't know why I've just been overpowered by that BMP I met last night - he is unavailable and even that's not stopping me. I am a cavewoman needing to procreate with someone gorgeous. Biological instinct. Pity I'm not perfect. I was discussing with a friend at lunch today what a different experience of the world drop dead gorgeous people must have. After a while they must cotton on to the vibe that most people desire them; surely that causes some uneasiness and confusion - but do they long to be plain? I doubt it. In an attempt towards perfection I will prematurely abort this post and get up off my arse to do the washing up. I had a new year's resolution to do the dishes every night no matter the quantity and believe it or not I still have some zest for this resolution, perhaps because I did 6 days worth of dishes on Sunday. This beast needs to mate with someone of a better gene pool for the good of the human race... but do I even want children? No, I just want a summer fling.