The Big Date

The men's lady has returned. While chatouille has been shoring up RBIE's support in Western Europe (preaching to the choir, if you ask me), I have been spending time in America's forgotten lands. Namely, Nebraska, Iowa, and the always-depressing California. During that time, I have gained much knowledge. Did any of you, my fellow metro-centrics, know for instance, that corn is possibly one of the world's most fascinating and tittilating vegetables? And also, did anyone realize that my parents are so desperate for their 23-year old middle daughter to finally get married that they are now in Texas, showing my picture to motel owners and convenience storekeeps, promising them that I know how to cook and I've lost weight since high school? (Both lies, incidentally.)

Anyway, the men's lady should not depress you with this nonsense. I am here to inspire. Tomorrow, I have not one big hot date, but TWO. One is on the phone (I'm not a whore!), and it is with a perfectly nice indian doctor with whom my parents set me up, and would like me to marry within the next year. The second is the third in a series of dates with another perfectly nice man who buys me dinner and agrees with me that children are worse to be stuck next to on airplanes than fat people. (At least fat people are apologetic.)

In conclusion...nothing. I have no conclusion. In keeping with part of the mission of RBIE, I refuse to be genuine online, and I also refuse to have a point. Take that!