Napolean

I realize it's been awhile, and for that I apologize. I did want to share my experience with Napolean. I have to say I had high hopes for this one. Napolean, whose screen name is "historyguy" sent me the most hysterical email I've ever received, which also was the inspiration for his nickname. I'm posting a portion of his incredibly wordy email below, mostly for posterity sake. I'm concerned it might be deleted from my inbox at some point and I'd like to reference it from time to time for a good laugh.

"Anyway, how are you? I'm glad that you wrote back. I guess you aren't on here too much? I check it every
couple of days to see if I get a message or a wink, but my membership runs out in a couple of months. I doubt
I will sign up again. Quite frankly, this entire dating process has been a bit exhausting. I want to find a good
woman, yes, but I guess its just been overwhelming for me. I wish it were like the stone age or the age of
Fred Flinstone. I could just club a woman in the head and drag her by her hair home and that is that. But, in
today's world, trying that will not only get you in prison, but women are armed, especially in Texas. I'd probably
get shot or something. Ha Ha. Well, I meant this to be funny, and hope it didn't scare you away.

You know, I think when there were cavemen and neanderthals, they just sort of grunted at each other and pointed
and that's how they ended up getting together. I thought about going to a club or bar and just grunting at a few
women, but figured that wouldn't work either. I don't really do bars or clubs either.

Then there is the Napoleonic method, which would require me to conquer a few nations and name myself as
Master of the Continent or something, but, doubtful that would work too.

So, here I am, on Match.com, trying to find a descent woman to get to know, talk to, go out with and then "who
knows", right? I wonder how a Caveman, Fred Flinstone, or Napoleon would fair on Match.com?? Hmmm

Hope to talk to you soon. :-)"

I decided he needed a good response, but my creative juices weren't particularly flowing that day so my response was this:

"I can honestly say I have no clever response to your email. It was probably the funniest email I've received in a really long time. Please don't club me, take over countries or grunt at me and I think we can be friends.

I have just started my match adventure and am a little unsure of it myself, but promised some friends I would embrace it. Although, I have to say it is bringing out the social anxiety in me. I may have to spend some time in a dark room rocking back and forth. "

Considering Napolean walked into my life back in September and I haven't mentioned to anybody that I am dating anybody, it is safe to assume it didn't work out between us. The day I met him, he was very nervous and he was concerned I wouldn't respond to him the next time he called. He was wrong. If there is some type of connection, I'll give ya at least two chances. Please, I'm a bit insecure myself, but his insecurity was over the top. So sadly, my first meeting with Napolean was the last.

End Scene. Thank you!