Oh man, do I have a bad head.

So those people over at Swoon have, in their infinite wisdom, anointed me their "Editors' Pick of the Week" of the "men seeking women" variety.

Now. It's flattering. I like positive attention. I don't know anybody who doesn't. But I am bad at receiving it. Bad, bad, bad. I bite the hand that feeds me every chance I get. And I'm apparently feelin' cantankerous tonight.

I got an email (through the swoon anonymizer of course) from a chyk who misses out on both math and geography (only 20, in Savannah, GA). I looked at her ad, she looks like the kind of girl I'd be more than happy to hang out with if I were five years younger than I am now. I'm not. I'm almost 30.

Thirty, people. Thirty. Three. Zero.

Not in college, not near college, not likely to want to hear about college, not a recent college graduate, nothing.

Oh, and there was another one from somebody neither age nor geography challenged, but who got the "your" vs. "you're" thing wrong again. Is it too much to ask? Are my standards just too high? Is every woman who knows the difference already taken? I just don't get it.

So anyway, back to the bad head. I went to Swoon. I updated my "profile." I changed my tag line to read, "Oh, No! Not the Editors' Pick!" I changed my "most unusual place" entry to read as follows:

The most unusual place I've ever made love was in the Swoon offices, where they were so impressed they made me an Editors' Pick! Did you know when they do that they don't even bother to send you an email saying they've done it?

I also added a bit in the "what I'm looking for" field to say that I'm looking for somebody who knows the difference between "your" and "you're."

Ohhh, I'm bad.

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