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   Monday, July 28, 2003

MR. SMITH GOES TO BOYSTOWN

Curious about any follow-up from the dates with little-boy-Gabe these last couple weeks? Well, sadly, so am I. Seems I got one of those four-day blow-offs that guys in their early twenties are so good at (and yes, that once included shameful me). You know the drill: "I'll call you after the weekend...What are you doing Wednesday?...Sorry, can we make it Thursday?...Oh, something's come up at the last minute and I can't make it...I'll call you tomorrow." Oh, for the love of God, just tell me you're not that interested and let me get on with my life already!

I shouldn't be too surprised, though: I knew I was in trouble when, on our first date, we were bonding over a mutual love of old movies and he told me I reminded him of Jimmy Stewart. "I'm not sure what to make of that," I said. "Why?" he asked. "Well, Jimmy Stewart's not exactly...sexy...is he?" Gabe then looked me in the eye and said, "I think he is," and I knew then that he was too good to be true. Or maybe I just said the wrong thing later and screwed it up, who knows?

I told my boss Stan this story -- given his own love of old movie stars -- and admitted that maybe I was too hard on Mr. Stewart. I mean, Hitchcock found him mysterious and Jimmy was pretty rugged in all those westerns he did. "Are you kidding?" snapped Stan, "Jimmy Stewart was everywhere! That guy was getting more ass than a toilet seat!" Apparently, Marlene Dietrich and Katherine Hepburn were among the many women who had no complaints about our George Bailey. I'll let that cheer me up as I dip my feet back into the dating pool.