9 June 2004
As if to knock me down
No one seemed particularly anxious to accept my nonexplanation of why I wasn't dating, as affixed to this piece, and I can't say I'm especially surprised.
The fact is, whatever ideal I have kicking around in the back of my heart is ill-defined at best; I have a few desiderata that can be translated into words, but after so many years of vague, inchoate yearning, I don't think it's possible for me to be too specific about the object of my
On the other hand, some people know exactly what they're looking for.
Posted at 9:20 PM to Table for One
Just in case anyone had any doubts about the blogosphere being a high school... Ummm, elementary school playground...
Well, maybe if you'd just come clean and admit that you find the idea of a date involving "midgets" in some way attractive you'd get more offers! (Well -- make that "date.")
The woman who does my hair is 4'5" or thereabouts, but she's spoken for. :)
Actually, I think it's safer in the long run to keep the specifications a trifle murky: "O Lord, in Thy mercy, grant unto me a five-foot-nine brunette" got me a perfectly lovely daughter meeting that description, but this isn't what I had in mind.