Why Is Daddy's Suitcase By The Door?

Ok, Let's be honest.

This thing was a crapshoot from the start. I had no idea what I was doing when I started this thing. One entry and I am out of ideas already.
It's not that I don't love your mother. And it certainly isn't that I don't love you.
It's just that I'm tapped.
I'm all used up, and that info highway's a callin'. You be a good kid. And love your mother. She's a good woman.

And I can still write you from other people's blogs.

Here's one from my old pal NoFo, whom I have never met. Nor spoken to. Nor had any other form of communication, until now. I responded to a series of questions he posed on his blog. (See 'Where Am I Surfing?' at left.)

He posts:

Question
What do you say when you're making small talk with a guy at a bar and you really don't want it to go any further than that and he asks for your number?
On the flip side, why would you set yourself up for awkwardness and rejection by asking for a number from a guy you've been talking to for all of 10 minutes?
And when that guy -- no matter how skillfully or clumsily -- says he doesn't want to give you his number, why would you keep asking him for it?
OK, that was three questions.



So I responded:

1) What do you say instead of giving your digits?

a) I don't give out my number the first night I meet someone.
b) I want to remember you just as you were. On this night. This conversation. (Delivery is important here, best rueful Bogart voice)
c) My boyfriend will kill me if he catches me giving out my number again.


2) Why would he ask for the digits?

a) Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
b) It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to blah blah blah.
c) Have you not looked in the mirror?


3) Why keep on asking after you have said no?

a) Not using correct American Sign Language.
b) He believes weariness is next to horniness.
c) You can't have kNOowledge without ‘no.’