"It's like summer is a natural aphrodisiac."

Oh Will Smith, if you only knew how right you were... This Monday I had to take the day off from work because my apartment flooded on July 15, the night before I left for a week's vacation. Needless to say, when I got back, the humble abode stunk to high heaven. So, on this fateful morning, I decided to stock up on cleaning supplies and air fresheners at the local Rite Aid. As I'm loading up my cart with goodies, this random guy comes up to me and starts telling me that we should go out because we both wear glasses (now the last time I checked, sharing a need for corrective lenses was not a basis for starting a romantic relationship). This particular gentleman was not my type, and since I don't like to be cruel, I decided to tell a little white lie that I already have a boyfriend. It just seems to me like letting 'em down easy is nicer than flat out saying you're not interested (plus you never know who might be packin' heat in Memphis). You would think that this would give the guy a big hint to run along, but instead he decides to write his home number and pager number on the back of my package of AirWick scented oil refills! I have to give him points for creativity because I have never gotten digits on the back of an air freshener before. Anyway, the dude keeps asking me questions about my imaginary lover and then proceeds to tell me that he would marry me right now. At this point, I felt the need to blurt out, "You don't even know me!" I was starting to get annoyed until I convinced him that my faux beau and I were quite serious but he's just a bit younger and not quite ready to settle down yet. Romeo finally got with the program and told me to give him a call if my "boyfriend" and I ever breakup. You've gotta love the male ego.