Open reply to pm
I am sorry that I am not responding via the normal route of a private pm but this has been occasioned by a regrettable incident caused by the family hamster (Ferdinand IV, aged 17months) slipping from his observation post on the Xmas tree and landing nose first on the delete key of my keyboard a mere nanosecond before I could enter the send command and despatch my reply to your good self.
However, we wish to thank you for taking the trouble to include us as recipients for your enticing introductory offer of services.
We congratulate you on the careful planning and research which must have gone into your successful spamming of most of the 300000 (alleged) members of the site. Setting your parameters for the distribution of your message and the casting of your net, so tightly, will, I feel sure, render it a near certainty that you will obtain the response which you so clearly deserve.
However, I must alert you to the fact that setting a limit of 358 miles from your home base, whilst probably retaining the interest of those likely to travel readily towards you, does disenfranchise the poor sod who lives just beyond the Outer Hebrides surrounded only by sheep and seals (none of whom have expressed any interest in swinging activities). Jock of Kintyre, as he is affectionately known to his paramour, (a well presented black faced ewe) would have been a far more likely prospect than many others who did receive your pm.
None the less, I must tell you that on seeing your 3 line literary masterpiece, Mrs V was clearly overcome with emotion. Her eyes glazed and rolled upwards which, I am assured, is a clear sign of intense arousal.
Indeed, it was only my quick thinking and rapid response of hiding the car keys within the contents of a half consumed jar of Branston pickle, that prevented her from journeying northwards forthwith to avail herself of an opportunity of a shag. Bearing in mind, of course, that it was not any old shag, but one made available from within the heartlands of BNP activity in mid Lancashire from an unknown and undescribed male..
How could a girl resist? A" profound and sensitive piece of literary foreplay", was what I think she described your message as being.
I wish you well with your efforts and look forward to receiving many more Spam adverts masquerading as PMs.