Against my better judgement, as every bad decision I ever made involved women, I accepted a free trial membership at a singles site. Tonight I was having a very nice conversation with a lady from China. She’s a pharmacist, 36, and (I think) rather pretty. So we were having this great conversation where she was asking me stuff like “you exercise to keep slime?” and all was copacetic. Then she axed me when I was born. I told her April 1962. She replies “You are the tiger. I fear the tiger.” Then, with no further ado, she logs out. Farg.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that I apparently have a “Euro face.” Whatever that is.
Well, if she’s 36, she was born in 1970. So, she’s a Dog. Guess you dodged a bullet. 
I was born before Chinese New Year in 1975, so I am the tiger! Fear me! Raaaaaaaar!
It’s actually “!!!twenty-five!!!”
I invented it. I should know.
I’m a wascawy wabbit. My brother’s a monkey, and my sister’s a snake. How charming.
My favorite-ever Chinese horoscope (on a placemat at a restaurant) informed me that I am a Rabbit. And I quote:
True dat. Truuuuue dat.
I’m year of the horse. Men who marry women born in the year of the horse tend to die … prematurely. astro denies that was a factor in our divorce, but don’t let him BS you.
As an '86er, I too am the Tiger.
Roar.
I’m not getting what you could call good results from that website. Now, I don’t consider myself on the A list of eligibile bacheleors; but I am being aggressively pursued (on-line) by women who are (how shall I say it?) desperate and ugly. There are photographs. You’d think that someone would choose a flattering pic. I swear, I may never function as a man again after seeing some of these photos…and they had clothes on!
There’s this one woman, Jabba the Hutt as I think of her, who I swear must live by her computer. Every time I log on, the little instant communication window opens up and its her. I try to be nice. I try to be polite. I’ve tried to diplomatically indicate that based on her profile and photo I’d prefer a date with Earnest Borgnine.
Another one sent me a pic last night while I was chatting with her. The woman in the pic is H-A-W-T hot! Red hair down to her waist, nice complexion, big…never mind. Comparing the pic to the woman’s own description on her profile shows some inconsistencies. The broad in the picture doesn’t weigh nearly 165 pounds, just for starters. She also looks a bit_10 or 15 years_younger than 36. Old picture? Picture of her daughter? A pic she just pulled off the web somewhere?
I too exercise to stay slime.
I thought dogs, horses and tigers were compatible.
I’m a tiger, and so’s my son. The missus thought she was a dragon, but closer examination revealed she was a rabbit. My daughter is a lovely little piglet.
I’m a dog.
The irony.