Uh.......no.

This is an email I sent one of my friends from about a year ago. The dude I refer to first didn't have any game. I felt bad for him.

"This is the second message I got from a dude on nerve. I never answered his first email that started with...."you can copyright me." EEEEeeeeew.

hello.....I'm new, young in spirit, fit, funny, passionate, secure, stable, live in Hell's Kitchen, and alot of energy.....vincent please consider a cocktail and conversation...."

Hyuck! Hyuck!

Aw. Um, DELETE!

And then I go on to fill friend in on a good date...

By the way, the date last night went really well (I'm 1 for 3). Ended up going to an opening at the moma, which I had last-minute tickets for. Science-hair-guy was funny, nice, interesting, etc. After the moma we went to the Russian Vodka Room for some sturgeon, ginger vodka and talked a bunch. A cute little kiss before I got on the subway. yes, I'd definitely see him again."

A cute little kiss. Emphasis on the little. Because the next time he decided to plant a big one on me....though he really shouldn't ever do that - considering his kisses were sloppy and his head kind of vibrated like he was straining himself too much.. and it was not at all sexy. Sigh. There's always something.....