BUT, better this, with the clarity, than him being all 'hey, maybe she'll fancy me!' and me being all 'OMGWTFStalker!' and it going back and forth and back and forth. Right? Right?

Yes. Being brief and clear does not equal being rude.

On an upthread topic... my favorite Christmas song is Fairytale of New York by the Pogues.

oh for goodness sakes don't feel guilty. At the very least you've saved both of you a lot of wasted time.

Fairytale of New York by the Pogues.

I forgot about this one! I love this song and I haven't heard it yet this year.

oh for goodness sakes don't feel guilty.

Laga, I'm English. I mean, almost painfully so. You know that bit with Eric Idle, in National Lampoon's European Vacation? Where they bump into him while walking, and he apologises, and then they run over him, and he apologises, etc etc etc? It's far too accurate, at least as far as I'm concerned. We apologise to people when they step on our feet, never mind when we've rejected their amorous advances.

Anyway, I'll stop wincing some time in the next hour or so, and focus on the nice (if less geographically convenient) people whom I've encountered & had some correspondence with via OKCupid instead of Mr NoCapitalLettersGuy.

Right. I should've made my suggested response "No thank you. Very sorry."

And I'm off... goodnight, all.

I'm more interested in finding fellow geeks who want to discuss 'Firefly' or 'Stargate Atlantis' or 'The Sandman' or TS Eliot.

Fay, if I fancied girls, I'd be licking you right now. With Daniel I get 3 of those 4, but we haven't had the Eliot discussion because I've had to block the T.S. love due to losing those books when I fled my mother's house.

This is bittersweet, bringing back part of myself that has been missing, and yet... it's missing. I'ma go add some of his stuff to my Amazon wishlist.

Right. I should've made my suggested response "No thank you. Very sorry."

Perhaps "No thank you. Terribly sorry, old chap." Or "No thank you. I appear to have accidentally brutally stabbed myself to death while shaving."

Ah, TS Eliot. My Complete Eliot is back in the UK, but there's always the internet for a quick fix. Not the same thing, of course.

There are a lot of books I left, figuring that until I could have them shipped again, they would be easy to find in the library, if I needed them.

Turns out I need my own books, in a visceral way that has nothing to do with the availability of the texts.

Ok, I need to go to bed, and stop this line of thinking, or there will never be any peace for me.

Rest well, all.

I was just taking off my socks, and got a whiff of my feet. Then spent nearly ten minutes sniffing my feet because they smell *delicious*. Sweet, with a hint of cinnamon and vanilla. I don't use scented body lotion, and this is kinda wierding me out. But yet....*sniff* yummy! Should i be concerned?

YOU are the person Teppy was talking about!!!