Oh, No, He Didn’t II
In an effort, perhaps misguided, to bounce back after the breakup and take advantage of the nice weather and my increased mobility, I resumed internet dating. I started an email correspondence with a man who had, among his photos, pictures of himself in full cycling gear amidst a crowd of other cyclists. So, I asked him about the bike race, the training necessary to participate in it, and whether or not he won. This was his reply:
its not a race sweetie its actually a bike tour.. pretty much can ride at ur own pace… its the annual ncy 5 borobike tour have u ever heard of such..
There is no reason for me to contact this man ever again. Am I wrong in thinking this? I mean, I call people sweetie, too, but I usually limit its use to my intimate circle. The only strangers I call sweetie are very young cute children. Also, why would a man in his mid-30s write an email like a lazy texting teen?
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Melancholy Earworms
Can’t get Sade’s “Is It a Crime?” out of my head this morning. Last week it was Nina Simone’s “Break Down and Let It All Out.”
Charismatic Megafauna by Quiconque 