Well, had my first date with Minner today. What a gentleman. Held the door, picked up the tab and didn't seem to mind that I had greens stuck in my teeth most of the time. Still, I don't think it's gonna work out. It would seem that I'm not what he's looking for and was visibly dissappointed when he found out I couldn't fish. Apparently, he thought the banter on the board was just a big joke and that I actually could find a fish. The dissappointment in his eyes was telling. Still he tried not to let on, but I could tell.

Sigh. I know the right one is out there for me somewhere though.

PS, I thought I had Iphoneitus bad, but Minner has a terminal case, maybe even full blown Iphonyphylus - the kind Penecillin won't cure. I'm just worried I'm gonna read about a white chevy wrapped around the front of a log truck somewhere up #7 on the way to Water Valley when the paper comes out on Wednesday.

Wannabe...