And who is this Mr. Right guy anyway? All the ladies seem to be looking for him. Good luck with that. As for Yours Truly, what can I tell you? I am neither a saint nor a felon. I work, pay my bills, live alone and harbor ill will towards no one most of the time. I read quite a bit, write a little, try to stay in something approximating good physical shape and I strive to maintain an attitude of cheerful serenity no matter what life throws at me. But enough about me. Let's talk about you. I expect you to have some class and to have enough going on upstairs to be able to hold your own in a conversation. A modest request, don't you think? If I were only looking for what is euphemistically refered to as an "intimate encounter", this would not be a particularly big deal. But I'm not so it is. I've decided pretty much all women are at least a little crazy (yes, this means you) but that's okay. It is one of the things I find endearing about you. Just don't boil my rabbit, okay? Let us behave like the grown ups we are. So what say we have some fun? If you don't like it you can always go back to doing whatever it was you were doing.

Cow tipping, or is that more of a second date thing? Perhaps we could try a relaxed conversation in some louche little bistro.


Do emoticons cause seizures, or is it just me?