I am ... introducing.

Good evening.

What you probably are thinking right now is "Hey, I just found another blog. I am starting to really get the hang of this Internet thing.". So before I start , I would like to congratulate you for your mastery and your technological prowess.

Sadly, you will quickly realize that there are more than one or two blogs out there. The word is there are currently at least DOZENS of them. So I feel it is my duty to make sure you stay and do not run to the competition. Because this blog is better, and because if we get a lot of readers,
it is very possible (though unlikely) that we get laid.

Lots of people make blogs to tell the world they just got laid, but how many do make blogs SO AS TO get laid, I ask you ? Most of them, yes. But that's beyond the point.

My name is... Just call me Diogenes. And my buddy, you will call him Alcibiades. I am French, he's South African (worry not, he's white and without AIDS). We are not here to argue upon which is better.

For some reason, Alcibiades and I couldn't help but notice that our lives appear to be connected. We got our one and only girlfriend (one for each of us, you perverted mind) at around the same time, and lost that significant other only a few weeks apart.

Many miles distance us, but one thing gets us close. Now that we did taste the pleasure of the flesh, we want to get back at those ASAP.

Finding love wouldn't be too bad either.

But who will win this new kind of "first pass the post" race ? I, the sophisticated Diogenes, or him, the ... equally sophisticated Alcibiades ? We decided it would be of your general interest that we keep you informed on our progress. We are sure you are going to enjoy the ride. Also, we would like you to send us beloved emails to support your favorite candidate.

If one of you naughty girl reader wants to cheat and have sex with one of us on the spot, please send us TWO emails.

I now leave the virtual keyboard to my buddy, Alcibiades, and I can't wait until he's giving it back to me so that I can tell you why my ex sucks. Metaphorically.