FYI

The last post was a satire about a lonely, depressed, bitter man that never had a girlfriend.
His name is George, and he likes to ski.
He is in his mid- twenties, and likes to drink wine in front of the fireplace while looking deeply into his girlfriends eyes, telling her how beautiful she is...

OK, I'm full of shit :P
Though the last post was a satire. About George. Who's in his mid-twenties. And likes to ski.

And for those who doesn't know what a satire is: WIKIPEDIA
I might not have done it correctly, but I did my best... Or at least as much as I was arsed.