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What would you think if you saw this at the top of a guy's profile?

"An Aquarian, who's Adventurous, Amorous, Amatory, Aesthete, Athletic, Ablaze, Animated, Adoring, Attractive, Audacious, Ardent, Affectionate, Active, Agile, Admiring, Affable, Altruistic, Able, Adept, Adroit, Adaptable, Adjustable, Amenable, Appreciative, Approving, Accomplished, and Alive"

ARROGANT??  But, I write, "too good to be true."  Mainly, as a joke, but he writes back, "yes, that's why I'm still single."  Not kidding.

This was my intro to The Big Kahuna, who you know was not 'big' at all.  I saw him once...not unpleasant...not exciting, though.  But, I followed Susan's advice, "You have to see him at least twice."  So, I do.  We eat Thai and go to the new Woody Allen movie.

We have two hours to kill before the movie...the longest two hours of my life.  I couldn't get a decent conversation going with him even after a glass of red wine (for my health, of course).

We covered the weather, the traffic, his first marriage (his ex got the apartment in Manhattan, which he is still so pissed about 20 years later), kids, grandkids, golf.  I'm looking up at the A words...NOT Adventurous, Athletic, Ablaze (!!??), Animated, Audacious (except to try to kiss me on the street...that was Audacious!  I looked at him like he had two heads...mmmm...think about that).

Finally, he pays and we go to the movie.  I love Woody Allen and this was vintage Woody.  What I saw of it...I fell asleep about 30 minutes into it.  I just can't do the late show anymore...or maybe I was in a sleeper state from Kahuna and couldn't take any stimulation.

He's waiting for my email.

Killed Harley Guy off last weekend, too.  Weeks ago, we decided to get together on Sunday afternoon.  He would email me with some options since I would be up that way for my kids' triathlon anyway.  No email until two days before.  Sorry, Harley, made other plans.  Profuse apologies from him.  This guy's way too hard to get anything going with.  No bike ride for me!

Sammy's back for a couple of weeks.  Dinner and the theatre...5 emails from him about what his proper dress should be.  Of course, he hit horrible traffic on the Washington Beltway and was over an hour late so I met my friend, Kelly, for happy hour.  She's a school principal, one of my former colleagues, and it was her last day of school, so I knew she'd already started her happy hour!!!

He arrived, she ducked out and we relaxed into a vibrant conversation about small town childhoods...how did you escape? he wants to know.  That's his story, too.  He regales me with his years of juvenile delinquency and relegation to the academic slow track.  Now, that begs the question, how did you escape??

Adventurous. Animated, Audacious, Accomplished and Alive.  That's Sammy.