That's longer than your date lasted, isn't it?

That's not funny.

Yes, it is.

Don't gang up on me.

Isn't that what this blog is all about?

Gee, I don't know, maybe we should ask Magpie.

Does Ogged get to decide what's funny when people are laughing at him? I wouldn't think so.

Actually, if you add up the time on the 3 dates ogged and I went on the total would exceed 402 minutes. But then he never called (sigh ...) so there are no phone date for comparison.

I hesitate to ask about Trevor.

Gah. Out. It should say "went out" and not "went on" although I guess we went on about something or other when we went out.

Oh, and the shots of local ocean look like a place ogged took me once. Ogged, is that where we saw the dancing man?

Different beach. We were near the Marin Headlands, and this beach is near Pacifica. Same ocean, though.

But honestly, PG, 402 minutes? Wow.

Did I ever tell you that some guy emailed me via flickr asking to use the images in an art project? I said that was fine if he shared the final result, which he did. Um, artist he was not. It was distinctly cheesy -- just the images placed on a larger canvas with some sort or inspirational statement.

And yes, honestly, 402 minutes.

And there are others that are almost that long but (a) that bill only goes up to May 10 and (b) in some cases the calls dropped so you have to add up 2-3 calls to get the grand total.

I do think 402 was the longest. And yet it only felt like an hour or so.

Gah. Out. It should say "went out" and not "went on"

Wrong! "The three dates we went on" is correct; *"the three dates we went out" is not. Maybe—just maybe!—"the three dates we went out on".

I hadn't realized you two went out three times. What went wrong?

And yet it only felt like an hour or so.

You're going to melt my flinty heart, PG.

Yes, you're right. I came back and read too quickly (was thinking "three times we went out" and not "3 dates we went on") -- I've been madly typing on three computers for the last few hours, doing too much at once, and making a lot of careless typos (and then apparently making typos where there were none). It's a long weekend. I should be relaxing. Or talking on the phone with Mr. 402.

But yes, we went out three times. Over the span of 2 years, I think. Geography's a bitch.

Besides, I'm not ogged's type if I recall correctly. ;)

The real question is, for which of the three was it that ogged bothered to wear pants?

Yeah, she said she was saving herself for (her second) marriage, and I'm not down with that.

It was when he took his pants off on the 3rd date that I cut off all communication. I'm just not a 3rd date rule grrrrl.

See?

But ogged, he is teh man whore, for sure.

I'll bet I haven't spent 402 minutes on the phone in the past five years combined.

Well, past phone bills indicate that I usually get through about 500 of my 700 anytime minutes (often conference calls and calls to/from parents) and use less than 200 anytime minutes.

I can't quite explain it, but the trend continues. This month's usage (started on the 11th) so far is here. And we spent a few days together during this time (so no calls then).

I hadn't realized you two went out three times. What went wrong?

Yeah, and how come we only got one of those dates live-blogged?

Okay, so who is it? Anyone we know? Is he tall? Does he have a good job?

Does he have a good job?

This was going to be my question. Couple of romantics, right here.

Does he have a good job?

Ogged & Dr B = The Odd Mom Couple.

ogged vetoed the live-blogging on those dates. Something about his supersecret superhero identity and location. Or fear of being formally linked to my grrrrl-cooties.

And he's 7 inches taller than me, I know him but doubt any of you do (he's not of the blogging world) and a good job? Well, do I have a good job?

And I'm thinking he needs a pseudonym. Perhaps "402"?

I dunno, do you?

I was purposely channelling the old world mom vibe. For some reason. Can't imagine why.

He has the same job you do? Dude, you're dating a colleague? Are you nuts?

I take it he's also an academic, B, but not at the same institution, obviously. (If you were making a joke, it wasn't funny.)

I know him

r1lly?

My jokes are never funny. I've accepted this, and now deliberately say the unfunniest things I can, just for laughs.

Not my school, not my field, and a few years ahead of me. So, not, not that stupid.

I am refraining from comment about men in my field, just to be on the safe side. Excuse me while I sit on my hands for a moment.

I am refraining from comment about men in my field

See, that's kind of what I figured, and why I was surprised. Not your field makes more sense. Good for you.

And yes, really, I know him. I do believe it to be an important detail after Dr. Crazy's recent commentary on types of boyfriends. I imagine one might be the man you do not know.

And I'm thinking he needs a pseudonym. Perhaps "402"?

Payment Required?

My jokes are never funny. I've accepted this, and now deliberately say the unfunniest things I can, just for laughs.

I'm finally realizing there is so much I could learn from B.

And I'm thinking he needs a pseudonym. Perhaps "402"?

Does he look at all like Raj Kapoor? He could be Mr. 402.

Wearing torn Japanese shoes, English trousers, a red Russian cap, and a Hindustani heart, orphaned Ranbir Raj comes to Bombay to make his fortune.

As romances go, it starts off well. No indication of what books he took along, tho'.

OT: Geoffrey Chaucer can has cheezburger.

44: I love GC's blog. I think my favorite was where he did The Da Vinci Code in verse, or maybe the Brokeback Mountain one. I hope we find out one day that GC is a middling grad student somewhere. It would give me hope.

Every time I think GC can't get any funnier...

45: He is.

I am late to this party, but Ogged is the booty text guy?

I wish I read GC more often. "I'm in yr essay next to the Judith Butler block quote" is priceless.

So that's where that song comes from. Damn you, now I have it stuck in my head. . .

phirbi dil he hindustani. . .

50 was to 43.

48 -- yes, he is endlessly asking me to "hang out" with him.