Redux

I went out with ME several years ago. We met for lunch and although I don’t remember much about the date itself, I do recall these things:
1. He couldn’t find parking and kept circling by me.
2. He was a sloppy, messy eater (and he tucked his napkin into his shirt collar).
3. He was boring.

No second date.

Last year, I decided to join a dating website I hadn’t tried before. I got a message from a guy on the site. Turns out he was the messy eater from 2010. I didn’t know what to do, since there was NO WAY I was going to go out with him again. So, I never responded.

Fast forward to yesterday. I got an email from ME.
“How are you?”

Sigh.