So I'm waiting for an appointment that's late, and I hop on POF to see if Good Looking Guy has e-mailed, but of course, he hasn't.
Neither has Neat Cool Nerd Guy who likes Bill Byson. Bummer.
Instead, three fuglies wrote me.
It's like I'm a magnet to them, and they are just drawn to me. What is the deal? One of them had a frightening Frankenstein-shaped head. The other had a head shaped like a light bulb. It was rather alarming.
Why do I attract fuglies like a moth to a porch light?
1. I am NOT fugly. 2. Don't fuglies know they're supposed to write other Fuglies like themselves? Does a Cyclops try to mate with a swan? Do frogs mate with eagles? NO.
So what's the deal-io?
Besides the three fuglies, I have an Italian-Fuglie writing me, but I don't mind so much, because he at least had the balls to write, "If you're not attracted to me, I understand, but I'd still like to make friends."
Bravo, Fuglie. At least he knows he's one. And not assuming that I think he's Brad Pitt. For that, I just might agree to go out with him.
The other three Fuglies? Buh-bye.