let's see if we can soften this a bit. hmmm. probably can't. done this too long to know that even the most flowery of words--and trust me, i have skills--mean zippity-do-dah if there's no "there" there. (thank you gertrude stein.)

can we all, please, not take this soooo seriously? enough.

jeeez! this is NOT that difficult: boy meets girl, boy likes girl, boy calls girl (girl likes boy). how difficult is that? apparently it IS like that advertised root canal. i'm exhausted. i'm pooped. this exercise is tantamount to eternal marathons, or sisyphus (no myth!) i wanna meet a really nice girl, fall in love, do dinner, do lunch, do breakfast, do laundry, giggle, snort, guffaw, chuckle, chortle, laugh til the milk comes out of my nose. did i say do laundry? is that so hard? sure, there's an "interview portion of the program", but so what?, it's the price of admission. if we start with the theory "i learned everything i needed to know in kindergarten" we're off to a good start. niceness counts. cute too. surprise me.

first date? you mean other than that other thing i'd like to be doing? okay, i'll keep it clean. i think we should discuss the inequitable economic situation of the warring classes in ghana. yep, that's our first date. (see, i told you this was waaaaay more fun than root canal.)