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"  Look what was in my inbox when I woke up this morning: To: K From: (Intense Dave) Subject: Dinner? K, Sorry I didn&amp;#039;t get in touch sooner. Dinner some night next week?  -Dave Hmm. That&amp;#039;s it? I guess I was expecting &amp;quot;I was kidnapped by a cult and brainwashed, but the only memory they couldn&amp;#039;t erase was you, and it was that memory that got me through the ordeal, and I was counting down the seconds until I could escape and be reunited with you.&amp;quot; I mean, it&amp;#039;s been 17 days (not that I&amp;#039;m counting or anything), shouldn&amp;#039;t he at least offer some sort of explanation? I weighed my options: 1.Accept the date: This option would make me look like some sort of pushover. 2.Accept the date, but let him know the 17 day lag time is so not cool: This option would make me look like I was waiting around for him. 3.Politely decline: But I kind of do want to see him. 4.Impolitely decline: Hey, he waited 17 days! 5.Ignore his email: Nearly impossible for me. Well, that was an exercise in futility. I decided to make some calls and see what the consensus is. Sarah: &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;d write him back and ask him why it took him 17 days to contact you. If he has a good reason, go out with him. If not, ditch him.&amp;quot; Meg: &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;d go. Al didn&amp;#039;t call me for two weeks after we met, and we ended up married. Not that that necessarily turned out so great, but you know what I mean.&amp;quot; Jenna: &amp;quot;Nope. No way. There&amp;#039;s something wrong with a guy who acts like he&amp;#039;s so into you that it makes you uncomfortable and then waits 17 days to call. That&amp;#039;s a game-player right there.&amp;quot; Jane: &amp;quot;Hey, I have to run out for a wedding dress fitting. Can I call you back later this afternoon?&amp;quot; I really need to pick one friend as my go-to for advice. The range of opinions makes them all better suited for being on The View than helping me sort out my life. After all that, I decided to just ignore him for the weekend and discuss with Dr. DeSimone on Monday, but not before checking out his MySpace (again). Here&amp;#039;s his most recent comment, dated yesterday: Shawna: hey babe, thanks for the backrub last night. you sure know how to make this little kitty purr. meow! xoxo Ewwww on a number of levels! Also, her photo is an up-close cleavage shot. Naturally, I followed the link to her profile to see if he&amp;#039;d left her one in return. He hadn&amp;#039;t. And suddenly I was reminded of some advice Marni gave me when I was spying on Mike online and told her that I thought he was cheating on me.  &amp;quot;Sweetie,&amp;quot; she&amp;#039;d said. &amp;quot;If you go looking for evidence, you&amp;#039;re going to find it. Only it will be completely out of context, and you won&amp;#039;t know what any of it means in the big picture. Don&amp;#039;t snoop, just ask him. Or better yet, follow your gut.&amp;quot; It was good advice, sure, but at the same time, Mike also had profiles on three dating sites, including one that was strictly for sex.  Ugh, what to do? I hate dating. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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