Got Crabs? I Do

I've officially decided there's no reason to EVER leave my house again... EVER. I can be equally amused from the comfort of my very own bed and not in the way you think.

Since my divorce I've been playing the online dating game... more off than on. However, when I get bored and a little lonely, I decide to roll the dice. Unfortunately, it always comes up craps. Or should I say crabs in this case.

While I've been on a bunch of dates with some genuinely good but not good-for-me guys, I've not found much that interests me. In fact, I've all but given up. And then I came across Mr. TMI -- yes, as in too much information. We had exchanged emails and he seemed interesting. But we had this whole distance thing going on. I was lazy and the last thing I wanted was to do a long haul back and forth with a potential partner.

That said, I was still willing to give some casual conversation a shot in the name of passing time.

Our first -- and only -- conversation started off on an okay note. He seemed into the conversation, although he did put down the phone a couple of minutes into the call to take a leak. It did seem a bit on the abnormal side, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt as the ultimate multitasker.

Back to our conversation... These things are always much like an interview process, which is great since interviewing is what I do on a professional level. Firing off rounds of question in a non-invansive manner comes second nature to me this point. People like to talk about themselves and I enjoy asking questions so it doesn't come across like the Spanish Inquisition. Meanwhile, I'm taking mental notes like it's my job (which it actually is).

So within a matter of minutes, I know pretty much everything about this guy, who happened to be an ex-professional athlete in a sport that will remain nameless. It didn't take me long to also find out where he went to school, where he lived, and where he worked.