tanja

I omitted a detail from Saturday evening's Halloween party:

A rather cute woman dresssed as Hester Prynne wanted me to make out with her while I was wearing my beard. I declned, just because I couldn't take the psychological scarring that might ensue. Not the making-out-with-a-woman part, because I had done that once before (in the bathroom of a magician's club) but the making-out-with-a-woman-with-a-scarlet-A-whilst-dressed-in-beard part. You know...

As far as the other debacle goes, I took the advice of a certain surlyclown and wrote another short, friendly email. This one goes unanswered, I'm definitely moving on.

Thanks, gentlemen. Maybe now one of my next crushes will be you!