If you are reading this blog expecting Anatomy of a Date Part 3, come back later. I wanted to take a small break from the latest “Miss Scarlet Adventure” for a little gripe.
Last week in the wake of the first two parts to Anatomy of a Date,I fielded another barrage of questions regarding the identity of “Miss Scarlet”. I must ask you all, politely and respectfully, to desist. I’m really quite open with you, but there are some subjects that are just off-limits. Please respect that. She knows and that is enough. Others may have guessed, but please refrain from publicising your suspicions.
So, please no more PMs with variations on “Is it such-and-such?” I will ignore them.
Secondly, I have a question on American etiquette (now, there’s an oxymoron if ever I heard one!) but all advice will be accepted gratefully.
I’m one of these virtuous and gallant guys who calls when he says he will. But I call to talk to somebody, not to leave voice mail messages. I hate doing it. Unless you're somebody who can have me fired with one phone call, I won't do it.
To that end, my dear, dear girl, I'm sorry. One day soon ... promise.
And a kiss for your forehead ...
Last week in the wake of the first two parts to Anatomy of a Date,I fielded another barrage of questions regarding the identity of “Miss Scarlet”. I must ask you all, politely and respectfully, to desist. I’m really quite open with you, but there are some subjects that are just off-limits. Please respect that. She knows and that is enough. Others may have guessed, but please refrain from publicising your suspicions.
So, please no more PMs with variations on “Is it such-and-such?” I will ignore them.
Secondly, I have a question on American etiquette (now, there’s an oxymoron if ever I heard one!) but all advice will be accepted gratefully.
I’m one of these virtuous and gallant guys who calls when he says he will. But I call to talk to somebody, not to leave voice mail messages. I hate doing it. Unless you're somebody who can have me fired with one phone call, I won't do it.
To that end, my dear, dear girl, I'm sorry. One day soon ... promise.
And a kiss for your forehead ...
