It's around this time that dating takes a nose-dive

If that were further possible in my life, which I am pretty positive it is not. Or rather, I was pretty positive, until I was confronted with the likes my interaction with a certain Mister Yawny Potato-Head (is that a hyphenated name?). But first, I must take some responsibility.

Point A. I am apparently hella pissed off at dating situations and all those related to dating... to the point of being uncharacteristically unself-aware and more uncharacteristically flat out grumpy. And mean to complete strangers to boot.

Point B. My on-line profile? Sounds exactly, and I mean exactly, like me. Which means that it includes the following information: 1. I always have a song going on in my head -- sometimes recorded, sometimes made up on the spot and 2. I like oh so many things in the world (some of which I list), but I do not like the word MOIST. Are we all clear here? I dislike, as in don't like, as in using-this-word-will-make-me-squirm-and-potentially-dislike-you, the word moist. Are we all crystal clear so far?

So Mr. P.H. saw my rather extensive and informative (i.e. wordy) profile and decided to write. He decided, perhaps not his finest hour, to start with the following title:

MOIST

Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat.

Followed by the following "first impression" note:

MOISTure! MOISTness! MOISTer! MOISTest! BWAH HA HA HA HA HA!
Actually, though I don't *hate* the word, exactly, I get what you mean. It's the sound. Something about the lispy "st" coming after the whiny "oi."

Which cut of your internal soundtrack is playing right now?

Hmm. Now, can we assume that he doesn't really get what I mean? But before you read my response, please recall my aforementioned "Point A" as well as Point B, and how much I truly dislike both this word and anyone who would use something I dislike against me.

Ok? Lastly, take a deep breath and try to remember I have a lot of good qualities:

My Title: So, lessee what I currently know about you

My return note: You hide your profile, have neither picture nor age and all that, and you open conversations with strangers by using ad nauseum one of the few words they say they dislike.

So right now my soundtrack is playing, "If you don't know me by now, you will never ever ever know me..."

Happy searching, Mister Yawny Potato-Head.

There was a mutual mea culpa exchange after that one, but let's just say it was not a match. And finally my screaming subconscious has gotten it through my thick head that I should take a break from dating and just talk to a certain whomever about a certain whatever I am hella pissed off about. So nose-dives aren't all bad.