Paticularly if you are a beauty queen who has a sister who keeps turning interesting, albiet creepy, annoying and boring, suitors upon you. I assure you, I have repented to the dating gods a thousand times over for giving him her email address.

She has been friendly, but firm. When that didn't work she moved on to polite, if not a little chilly. While she has not yet moved on to rude, I have been rooting for that paticular behavior pattern.

He asks her what she is doing the next couple of weeks. She replies that pageants have her busy for the next six weeks, but after that, she isn't so sure. (See? Polite, but giving him the chance to ask about the SEVENTH week.)

His email back, he asks "Want to go to Richard Branson's island in the Carribbean next week?"

While that is terribly kind to extend such an invitation to a disinterested stranger, who he has never met only seen stunning pictures of her, it is a touch forward. But, what he did NOT realize is that this email would be perfectly timed to reach her in the throws of a blood sugar meltdown.

What she wanted to send:

ARE YOU BLIND? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO READ? I SAID I'M BUSY FOR THE NEXT SIX WEEKS! Please take the entire island and shove it up you pompous ass.

What she thought she was going to send:

Maybe you didn't catch it in the LAST TWO EMAILS, but I'm busy for the NEXT SIX WEEKS. So, while I appreciate the thought, I'm afraid I must decline.

What she will send:

Thank you for the kind invitation to the Carribbean, unfortunately, as previously mentioned, pageant preperation has me excruciatingly busy and I am afraid I will be unable to accompany you.


There is nothing scarier than a starved blonde looking for a little cold blood.