Masterminx

For those in the know, this is interesting. My fortune cookie from tonight's delivery yielded this bit of ironic wisdom:

"You can't make someone else's choices. You shouldn't let someone else make yours."

OK, boys, gather 'round. I'm going to teach you how to talk to a lady. This is the way to her heart--not into her pants. As demonstrated by Iceman.

Iceman: A second interview that lasts an hour is good. At minimum it means you didn't lose their interest. :)

Masterminx: well, my first one was an hour and a half.

Iceman: Well, I think they would be stupid not to offer you the job, for whatever that's worth.

Masterminx: thanks. When the one guy left the room, he said he hoped he'd be seeing me later. That was nice.

Iceman: Yes, and that would indicate that he liked you... but then again not liking you would be hard... he'd have to be dumb, deaf, and blind.

Masterminx: You are so nice to me. I am keeping you around to keep my ego intact, forever.

Iceman: That's right... I'm the ego injector.

Masterminx: Well, you certainly make me feel better.

Iceman: What? Just by stating the obvious?

Masterminx: Only obvious to you, apparently. And a few choice others.

Iceman: The rest are ignorant.

Masterminx: Thank you. So much.

Iceman: Don't thank me for them being ignorant... I had nothing to do with that. :)

He's adorable. I think he fathers me, a bit. I should only wish that my father was as thoughtful and intelligent as the Iceman is. Who knows how I might have turned out? And, Lord, with his looks, I am sure I wouldn't be facing spinsterhood, either.