So far the Match.com experiment is indeed interesting to observe. I've had four winks. I actually e-mailed one guy--GB--web designer, loves sushi, seems to be able to put a complex sentence together, and he hasn't e-mailed back. Had other winks from guys we'll call Audi, Scrodder, and Hitch. Audi e-mailed me this morning....seems nice enough. We might chat later. Scrodder was a sort of greasy-lookin' million-dollar-smile-that-sparkles European man that wanted to show me pics of his wang. Hitch couldn't put a simple sentence together. Hmmmphf. My profile has been viewed 75 times. I looked over the 75 profiles of the 75 guys who viewed mine, and for the most part I was glad they didn't wink or e-mail.
In other news, there's a yowling cat plaguing me. Night before last it was yowling like a banshee early in the evening...8:30ish. HOWEVER, early this morning around 6:30 the yowling was in full, gut-clenching effect. It went on. And on. And on. And ON. Finally, in my sleep-dazed, eyes-half-closed, hair-all-a'fro, half-dressed state, I couldn't take it any longer. I stormed out of my bed, through the kitchen, into the garage where I proceeded to open the garage door and peep out at the hedges in front of my bedroom window. The neighborhood was asleep except for that damn yowling cat which just sat and eyed me like I might be fun for a quick roll in the hedge. I expected him to shit and run for his life at the first grindings of the garage door, but this cat was seriously out for some ass. SO, I began to hunt for something to throw. There was a surprising lack of rocks around anywhere, so I had to be creative. I ruffled through some boxes in the garage until I came away with an American flag on a stick--the type one might use to decorate a cemetary on Veterans' Day--and chased the cat's yowling ass over to the neighbors' house where it could croon without waking me.
And I went back to sleep until 9:30. Farewell horny cat. Don't come yowling at my window again unless you'd like to lose your naughty bits.
Listening: Angst Goes Dancing...mix CD
Reading: The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak