Bidder with the sweet

"Snipe me, you bastard!" I hissed as I looked at the screen and noticed that my final bid, placed fifteen minutes earlier, was still the high bid.

I believe what motivated this utterance was the collision of the memory that I'd dropped out of the bidding at $20 with the glaring fact that I'd gotten back into it at $46; I apparently expected to be punished for hubris, or at least foolish persistence, and sat on the item page pushing F5 at random intervals during the last two minutes of the auction.

I did win, and duly paid up, but there's still this nagging feeling: if nobody else wanted this so badly (there were 13 bids, but only four actual bidders), why did I?

And is there any way I can blame this on Valentine's Day?

Posted at 9:53 AM to General Disinterest