Sure, sending a trackback linking me as (and I quote here) “the perfect woman: smart, sexy and perfectly capable of kicking your ass.” I saw your trackback. I visited your blog. I smiled. But, really, perhaps you shouldn’t have then written that you assume I’m too stuck up to add you to EV’s blogroll.
(Aside: This is not all that far from my own definition of the “perfect woman,” assuming she actually exists, an assumption I am not prepared to make at this time.)
About 98 percent of the TrackBacks I get around here are the usual zombified offers of drugs or gambling or washing-machine parts. Of course, I am neither smart nor sexy.