Well, it couldn’t hurt…
At least somebody in this thread is getting some actual, real life dating action.
Stranger
Alice, so how did it go?
The teeming millions want to know.
Well, it’s 3:30 AM here and I’ve just gotten home, so I think it went pretty well.
I guess we’ll see if he calls, after all my “bad date” gaffs like turning of my cell phone, combing my hair and putting on a clean shirt, and asking about his interests.
You are so screwed. 
Just go get 6 cats and be done with it.
Well, she did get home at 3:30 am, and our mothers always told us that nothing good happens after 11 o’clock. 
Christ, why does the flirtfest have to end when I’m AWOL?
Well, he’s called twice today, so I guess I wasn’t the worst date ever…
Shit, alice, I wasn’t kidding when I said that any guy who wasn’t interested in you was gay. Even if by some freak of nature, you were the absolute greatest bitch (which I know you’re not) to ever walk the Earth, your beauty would be enough to give men pause. As it is, I can say that you are a good “soul” and I would count myself the luckiest man alive were I to wind up with someone half the woman you are, no matter what she may look like.
alice, don’t worry about not having men in your life, don’t even worry about not having life in your men. When you meet the man (the lucky bastard) you’re going to settle down with (and you will), the bliss you will feel will erase everyone who has come before.
?? Well, ok then…
He’s fallen in inarticulate-geek-love with you, alice. Don’tcha know, when a lonely for too long nice guy falls in love, he assumes he can’t have her and instead contents himself with the idea she’ll find someone amazing, possibly more so than he is.
:: nods :: Seen that happen all too often.
[Scary Movie 3]
Would that be the top half, or the bottom half?
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Left half, actually - then you get a little bit of everything to play with…
ha!
Judging by the replies in this thread, he isn’t the only one. The only thing that is keeping me from moving to Calgary to weld for a living and woo Alice is the fact that I can’t weld. Well that and the fact that my wife would not think too highly of the idea.
:: runs out of thread screaming ::
I guess she’d be all right if we did it the other way…
Actually, I was thinking of some of my own experiences, in which after I split up with a gal, I’m convinced that I’ll never meet anyone more remarkable than her, but then (unfortunately, years later, usually) I do. However, I will concede that your explaination isn’t totally off the mark.
And BMalion, it wouldn’t matter to me which half. I’m not that picky.