I once made the mistake of calling myself the queen of useless information. Dan was looking for a lesbian when he found me. I wore him plumb out. So he tried lobbing me off on all his friends. Meanwhile I was just learning and having a good time.
He introduced me to a very nice guy who wrote poetry and was a self proclaimed king of useless information. Trivia is the word. I'm Still not looking for a king. In fact, most of the information I hang onto has an actual use in this life, or I wouldn't keep it.
The king's poetry said he wanted to be dominated, anyway...I don't do that. And I wasn't as impressed by his relation to Vincent D'onofrio as he'd have liked either.
If sex can be got past, real conversation might happen. That's all I have to say about that.











