"Where'd
I go in your Saab until after midnight one night while you were in Cleveland?
Fishing. Yes, I went fishing. Where's the fish? Uh, I didn't catch any."
This
from a man I met on the internet who lived with me for 2 years, who was also a
master fisherman, on one of the days he was trying to set up meetings with two
gay men through the Yahoo! personals while I was away on business. If he did go
fishing, it was the only time in the 2 years he lived with me that he didn't catch
any fish. And he knew better than to go fishing in my Saab. He had his own crappy
truck that I bought for him, but I guess the gay guys wouldn't have been too impressed
with that.