Saturday, July 28, 2007

Memories of Stupidity, vol. 3

Many years ago, when I first gave the online dating thing a try, I was faced with the prospect of choosing a "handle." I figured the preferred route was to choose something that would
draw in the intellectual chicks that I figured were swarming around Atlanta, unseen.

I was reading Vladimir Nabokov's "Pale Fire" at the time, and cleverly thought "well then -- I'll pick out a character from this book, the aforementioned intellectual girls will be attracted by my wit, and it's just coasting from there!" So I called myself "Kinbote."

For those who haven't read "Pale Fire," I'm not giving anything away to reveal that Charles Kinbote is a woman-hating homosexual.

It was some years before it struck me that in retrospect, that might not have been the impression I wanted to convey to the girls of Atlanta.

5 comments:

Danny said...

haha, did you get any women?

alanah said...

Such an enormous mystery that you're single, my friend. The mind boggles.

Anonymous said...

Sorry, but that made me laugh way too much! Oh god...

L.P.

Nanuk of the North said...

I dunno whether to laugh or cry at that story.

I'll bet all the intellectual girls of Atlanta ran away at the same time.

Anonymous said...

Definitely, you should laugh. No question.

L.P.