OK, OK, I DON’T have a CD player! I just thought it was too involved to explain that I’d have my friend Karen transfer the CD to cassette for me and she can keep the CD . . .
By the way, Ike, it’s a glass leg and a wooden eye.
I see the Fairy queen learned her lesson after Tam Lin got away…
Geez, back when I was in the dating pool, both with Leigh-Anne and before, I was on the phone with women all the time. For hours at a time. I had to spend all my college work-study money on my long-distance phone bill. But, then again, I’m a freak, so there you have it.
Finagle, are you on drugs today, or am I? That’s the second remark you’ve made on the Boards that has whooshed right over my pretty little head.
Oh, Droppie, only ONE of 'em was gay—the other one was married!
I’m sorry, Eve. I have to remember to limit my obscure cultural references to the golden days of film in your threads.
Here’s a hint on this last one, though:
http://www.acronet.net/~robokopp/scottish/oiforbid.htm
(last verse)
Hey, THAT’S cool!
I always knew Lewis Carroll was parodying SOMETHING in “The Lang Coortin’” but I never knew what exactly.
Watch yerself, fellahs, or I will force you to listen to me sing all 147 verses of "Abdul Abulbul Amir . . . "
You know, I’m a guy that hates to use the phone. But if I were lucky enough to be blessed with a woman’s phone number (especially our sweet Eve), I would call in a heartbeat.
Any ladies out there that hate talking on the phone?
I’m a guy who hates the phone, but I have no problem with email. I will call if I’m pursuing a girl, but I will be VERY nervous, and will probably take any excuse to avoid using the phone. Which may result in a day or two where I found excuses to put it off for a while.
Basically, the phone is a last resort.
Yes, but I’d have to call first. And as far as I’m concerned, “Hello, Central” is a bit character in a Mark Twain novel.
I hate the phone, but I’ll chat on line for hours on end… go figure
How can you say men never email, Eve? Why, I emailed you just today! (of course, I did it just so I could say that, and it’s been a while since I last wrote you before that… but my intentions are good.)
I’m sorry it didn’t work out, but men you meet in New Orleans are supposed to be disposable. And if the musician can’t be bothered to help someone buy his music, he deserves to go back to the night shift at Denny’s.
Delta 9: I am a lady (although some would beg to differ on that) that hates talking on the phone for extended periods of time. I used to like it a lot–I used to be a teenage girl, ya know. But I grew out of it. Now it just hurts my ears.
There is one exception, though, and that’s my mom. My mom is a riotously funny woman, and talking to her at any time is great fun. We don’t live close to each other, so I don’t see her as often as I’d like, so we do spend a lot of time on the phone.
I’m a guy, and sometimes i think other guys are just idiots. Think about it, if you dont please a girl in communication, do you really think they wanna please you in bed, or anywhere else for that matter.
I call or chat online w/ my girl everynight, no matter what.
Alchasehy 
You know, I just saw Eve’s pic for the first time, and I might just call every first initial E in the Manhattan book. My luck she’d be unlisted.
Lurk, dear—Not only am I indeed unlisted, I don’t even live in Manhattan.
But I should be nice and tip you off that that photo is airbrushed, flatteringly lit, and was taken during the McKinley administration.
Ahem! Eve. I’ve seen you recently (and we really must meet again), and I fear you sell youself way short. If that photo was taken during McKinley’s Presidency, you’ve grown more lovely with each change of administration since then (and doubtless will grow more lovely still when the current vote mess is resolved).
As to the OP, as much as you try to deny it, we have reached at least the latter part of the 20th century, if not the 21st. We are well past the point where you will be perceived as a shameless hussy if you call the guys (whether you are or are not, in fact, a shameless hussy). Try it.
Bill
P.S. Since last we spoke, I’ve gotten a new e-mail address and, through change of computer and circumstance, lost your e-mail. Drop me a line if you have a chance.
Oh well, worth a shot… but there had to be some good basic materials for the photog to work with. My OP could’ve come off a little stalkerish in retrospect, anyway.