In the spirit of my newest favorite blogs,
Psychotic Letters from Men and
Why Women Hate Men, I share with you the missive that just arrived in my inbox from my dating profile.
I'm not sure greens your color
Hi,
You're too young for me but take this fun quiz and I'll tell you a few things about yourself:
Imagine yourself in the middle of a strawberry field where there's bushels and bushels of the juicies ripest reddest strawberries. Got it?
Now, how many strawberries would you eat?
There's a fence. How tall is the fence?
Now, all of a sudden you notice the strawberry farmer has been watching you this whole time. How do you feel about him?
Hmmm. Not sure green's my color? Really now, who the fuck asked you?
Continuing on, I'm too young for him? Perhaps, I am, he's 41 according to his profile (no picture included either).
And... oh I just don't even have anything to say about the quiz. Especially since I'm not at all interested gaining or maintaining his good opinion about my character.
Commence the mockery in comments!
Remind me to tell you the story of "Mr You Didn't CALL Me!" in the next few days. Totally dodged a bullet with that one.