In which I reveal some things about my lifestyle of which you may not have been aware.

[jackwad]

Meeting someone in a bar is such a weird and awkward situation. I'm sure I can come across as sexy and intelligent while everyone involved in a haze of alcohol and loud, terrible music, but what happens in the harsh light of day? What will occur when I finally agree to "get a cup of coffee" with one of these bar people, instead of my usual habit of "losing" their numbers? I do not know, but I may be about to find out. Boredom and a lingering broken heart may have broken down my usual hesitance in these matters.

An additional mitigating factor: the individual in question totally lied about being a fan of A.S. Byatt. It's not impressive if you are clearly bullshitting, friend.