Enough About Me ...

For just one hour a month I watch a little crappy television. Often times that hour tends to line up with a spirited evening the night before. Not a huge investment and it keeps you up with the times. September has brought me up to date with the concept of "nexted." I'm not on the market or anything, but I would totally have used this for those dates where you just know it's going nowhere. Instead of sitting there exchanging drab stories on weather and what your Halloween plans might be, you simply say while he or she is biting into that baby tortellini covered in sun dried artichoke roasted red pepper pesto, "you know, you're just not working, so I'm afraid I'm going to next you." The person simply pouts, walks away and returns to their strudel of friends announcing, "Dude, I got nexted." From this I've constructed the following haiku:

Wow, hi! like, let's go
I like puppies. Tee hee hee
Dude, I got nexted