Met a guy (spelling was impeccable) who was retired at 32 until the market crashed; instead of taking the weenie way out (i.e. bankruptcy), he took out loans, got a job and started paying off his debt -- purty admirable.  

I told him my story, showed him my pictures and purty much said, “Yes I weigh 300 pounds now but am getting the surgery again.  I understand folks have their preferences, but if you’re just sticking around in the hopes that I’ll be thin someday then you can go straight to hell.”

He replied, “Ok.”  And then still bugged me about taking me out onna date.  A lil flattering I suppose, but how can someone with an IQ of 150 be so bloody dull?  He didn’t know who Itzhak Perlman was, doesn’t watch Indie movies and thinks rock and roll died when R.E.M. and U2 came on the scene.  Dude!  And the worst of all; he does nothing but play poker during his free time.  He even relays all the plays back to you.  It’s boring.    

Plus, he’s one those guys who’s ready to settle down.  Which usually means they’ll take the first one available; at 39 his biological clock is a ticking time bomb.  He just has to go.  This is no time for a man anyways.

And yet on that note there’s this incredibly cute guy on the singles board I’m considering hitting on.  I have his email.