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" Lovelies: You may recall that a couple weekends ago, I went to a party with Ruby Finch where I managed to get into a conversation with the cutest guy in the room--who was wearing a tweedy sports jacket with jean and sneakers (hence his pseudonym, Mr. Tweed Jeans). I was feeling some heavy flirtatious energy coming from the dude ... and yet, when I announced I was leaving, he FAILED to get my number. Now, you might remember that there were a few possible explanations (beyond his just not being that into me) for why he might not have asked, namely: -When Ruby came over and the two of them started talking about politics, I was bored, so I sat down--which he may have taken as a sign I wasn&amp;#039;t interested. -I refused to tell him my last name when he asked (fearing blog-related reprecussions, i.e. that he would read this puppy and decide I was a lunatic). -As we were leaving, Ruby gave him her card (because he&amp;#039;s looking for a job and she is majorly connected) and she in turn wrote down his email address, so maybe he wasn&amp;#039;t sure who was hitting on him or what was happening.  Still, I felt like if he really wanted to, he would&amp;#039;ve figured out how to contact me. Instead, he simply held my umbrella, like I asked him to, as I dug a pen out of my bag so he could write down his address for Ruby. * * * However ... since I wasn&amp;#039;t that into him--partly because, as I&amp;#039;ve said before, I&amp;#039;m hesitant to get involved with unemployed dudes (b/c I am a horrible person), partly because I can&amp;#039;t imagine I&amp;#039;d ever date a political type, and partly just because-- I figured I didn&amp;#039;t have much to lose by contacting him. I decided to do it at some opportune moment. And so ... a few nights ago, I extended a very last-minute invitation to him, saying:  Hello there-   We met the other night and, if I remember correctly, you tried to abscond with my umbrella?    Anyway, a bunch of politicos are coming to my nabe tonight to (a) eat dinner at some groovy new restaurant and (b) attempt to bore me to death with their wonk-talk.    Mainly, it&amp;#039;s gonna be Ruby Finch and my dear friend Jake Stein, who writes for [redacted]. Also, some guy named Mark.    If you can you come, please do! We will be there at 8pm. The address is: [redacted] . My cell phone has moved on to a better opportunity ... but my landline is xxx/xxx-xxxx. or Ruby&amp;#039;s cell phone is xxx/xxx-xxxx. or ... we&amp;#039;ll always have email.  Would you like to know what he wrote back? All right, lovelies, I will tell you ... first thing tomorrow. xxx! ----------------------------------------- dear commenters: -Paris! that Ecards site cracked me up all day yesterday! Here&amp;#039;s the one I sent to Barnaby: I don&amp;#039;t have time for a relationship because I&amp;#039;m too busy analyzing why I&amp;#039;m not in one . And to Ruby Finch, I sent: On my death bed, I want to remember the great naps I took ...and another friend got:When work feels overwhelming, remember that you&amp;#039;re going to die . ... A fourth pal received:The only way I&amp;#039;d ever sell out is if any person or corporation gave me the opportunity to . -Oh, and Barbie? Yep, I sent the one about having almost decided I was attracted to him to another male friend ... -And Ellen, I&amp;#039;m glad SOMEONE was okay with the swine flu one ... I was a little worried I&amp;#039;d gone way over the top with that. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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