I Do Not Approve Of This

[thecricketer]

My typist, however, seems inclined to campaign. Honestly I think she's simply bored, and taking it out on me - and apparently I do 'flustered' well?.

Well then, let's get on with it, shall we? We can skip the long-suffering sighs and lectures on childish narcicism and objectification.

Hmm, I might as well get the least important bits out of the way first.



I've insisted that I simply provide examples, and you can decide for yourself what you think of them.

My Smile:



I look quite young there, don't I?

My Eyes:



Though I must admit, I believe my Ninth self has me quite beaten in this regard.

My Chest:



It's quite hot in Lanzarote. Let's please move along.

My Outfit:



Well, I doubt you'll see anyone else about wearing it, and I quite like how it looks myself.



Now, I wouldn't presume to tell you which category you ought to nominate us for, but simply to say we're here:

"Stumbling in the dark again..."

"Well, we should be quite good at that by now."

"Quite. Sometimes the darkness is more so than usual."

"We'll make our own light, then."

"Don't let go of my hand."

I am rather tragic I suppose. Again, however, I believe my Ninth self has me outdone, and possibly my Tenth as well. Nyssa, perhaps, although most wouldn't know it.

I wouldn't call myself a flirt but I seem to have fallen in love with several people at once.

I'm a fairly good dancer, but honestly, Nyssa is much more fit for that award. I could never hope to emulate such grace.

I am an alien to most of you, and a 'good guy', though I hardly think I'm anyone's favourite.

That's...well, that sums it up, I suppose. Good luck, and do enjoy yourselves. I'll be in that corner pretending this was never posted.

((Oh, that was fun. Please, feel free to embarass him.))