And Things Were Going So Well...

...until approximately the time the good professor found out I was not white. After that... conversation slowly ground to a halt. Oh, he's been polite enough... but since then, I have done pretty much all the work at trying to talk. I have stopped that. One night, I offered up to play scrabble. He desperately wanted a rain check. A few nights later, he advertises on CL for someone to play word games. Right. Forget him... God, I hate this place. Sometimes I wonder why I bother looking...Even when you don't want anything from someone but their time and witty banter, the world still sucks.