When I checked email after making dinner tonight, I found what was the start of this not-quite conversation. Perhaps I should have pursued it harder. It would have been funnier if I had.

Here's his profile on yahoo, if you're interested. Don't you think that shiny garage is just the kind of thing I need in my life? I guess I was mistaken during all those years when I thought what I really needed was someone who shared my interests. How bloody presumptive of me.

It's mean for boys to taunt and tease me like that and then not fully display their idiocy for the world to appreciate. Perhaps, though, I'm expecting a bit much from someone whose idea of going out on a date appears to be hitting up local netchicks for photos on a Friday night.