2007-09-28 - 3:21 p.m.
Oh, good grief.

Brief recap of Date Number Two with Pretty Lacrosse Boy:

-he was 20 minutes late.

-he showed up in a pink shirt. The following scene ensued:
PLB: But I wore pink because you can't be mad at someone who wore pink!
Ninja: What if I don't like pink?
PLB: Do you not like pink?
Ninja: I hate pink. Especially on guys.
PLB: Oh. That sucks.
Ninja: Yep. Screwed, party of you.

-he didn't have a plan, even though I specifically told him that he'd better have one when we spoke on the phone on Wednesday.

-during lunch the following two exchanges took place:

PLB: So, what's your favorite toilet paper?
Ninja: . . .really? I mean, really? What's my favorite toilet paper?
PLB: Yeah! I bet nobody's asked you that before!
Ninja: They sure haven't.

A few minutes later, after PLB has gotten up to get another glass of pop.
PLB: You look really nice today.
Ninja: Thanks, I -
PLB: I mean, when I was over there looking at you, you looked really nice.
Ninja: (laughter)
PLB: I mean, not that you don't look nice up close, it's just that I was over there when I noticed . . . (and he goes on and on digging this hole for himself)

Later, after he has reveled in his conversational glory:
Ninja: You know, PLB, when you say something dumb, like you say that your date is only pretty from 10 feet away or you ask her what toilet paper she likes, just laugh it off and move on. We've spent more time talking about what you've said today than we have saying anything new.
PLB: Oh. Well, when I said the pretty thing.
Ninja: The horse is dead! Put the stick down!
PLB: Haha. (awkward pause) What?
Ninja: There's no sense in beating a dead horse? It's a common cliche phrase?
PLB: Right.

Basically, you can stick a fork in him because he's done.