Damn, you're probably right...

You’re right, who am I to judge someone so harshly? So the Internet date had a huge out of proportion ass but maybe she really was a nice person. Okay, I see where you’re coming from and am not really that shallow, really, some of it was just for effect. The truth is that we had little in common. I’m sure I might have gone out with her—yes, even with the huge ass—if perhaps we had something…anything in common. The truth is that some people weren’t meant to be together. You know? Maybe I should have left out the portion about the ass as big as a VW Bug. Maybe then you would have more sympathy for me. Maybe if I had just said she was really boring or a really bad person but then that wouldn’t be true either. It just wasn’t there. There was no spark, there was no real attraction. Yeah, of course if I were really drunk I might…

So, I think I’m done with the Internet dating thing. I took my profile down, erased all traces of me ever having been on such a site. I think those sites attract a certain kind of person, many of which are not my type. Every woman on there seemed to like to spend entire weekends dancing and riding horses and quite honestly I have no desire to dance or ride a fucking horse but yeah, I’d do both for a million bucks. So, I guess I’ll just have to get the nerve up to ask that hot aerobics instructor out. How? I don’t know. I think she might be interested in me but I’m not always good at reading people. Perhaps I could take her aerobics class…nah, I couldn’t see me doing aerobics but somehow I’ve got to meet her. Any ideas? This is going to be harder than I thought…