Mother-culler

Earlier today, I sent an email to pretty much everyone I know and have an email address for inviting them to join one of my client's Global Warming Day of Action events.

Yes, mass emails are obnoxious. I should have been more careful about who I included in the distribution list because, totally accidentally, I emailed Mother-culler, a guy I went on a date with like 2 years ago.

Mother-culler's a lawyer, divorced, attractive... A vegetarian, an introvert, and an amateur botanist. "Botanist?" you ask? Yep, he pointed out different varieties of trees as we walked down a MANHATTAN SIDEWALK NO WHERE NEAR A PARK where there were, like 8 trees per block and - I'm not kidding - they were all the same despite what Mother-culler said.

I thought the date was lousy and was relieved that he never called after it was over because I dreaded having to say - I'm just not that into you.

Anyway, you would think - given his crunchy granola leanings - that Mother-culler'd be into this email... or, just delete it. But instead, he wrote me back and suggested that I "cull my email list" and signed his name with a smiley-face emoticon.

J suggested I snap a photo of me flipping the bird as a reply to Mother-culler with a note saying "cull THIS!" But I thought this was enough of an outlet. Thanks for indulging me.