Apparently I am having an identity crisis. The other day I received something in the mail addressed to Mr. Stacy Lxxxx. It was a little odd, but I didn't think much about it since I have gotten those things before, and Stacy is a very common male name in the South. When I was little I lived in Georgia and knew a few boys that spelled their name the same way as me. I hated it. I was always so jealous of the Staceys or even the Stacies. And forget about finding a cool rainbow pencil or awesome key chain with my name spelled the right way.
Ooops...back to the subject matter at hand. My male identity.
Today I signed on to Classmates.com and this ad was waiting for me:
Wait...what? Are there REALLY 6310 SINGLE women in Salt Lake? I mean seriously, with that kind of competition it's no wonder I can't even get a date.
I wonder where I could move to that there wouldn't be quite so many women wanting to meet a man like me?