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WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? So cryptic, so potentially interesting, so disappointing.

Must have been eHarmony.

Posted by SB | June 12, 2007 2:20 PM

Max is such a mother fucker! I've never liked him and in all honesty she could do better.

Posted by monkey | June 12, 2007 2:26 PM

Gee, could she be a prostitute? And Christopher could have had sex with a lady.... well a lady of the night.

Posted by Andrew | June 12, 2007 2:33 PM

I know kids today are emo and guys today get such a kick out of girls who say and do weird shit like this, but call me jaded... I've got a reality check for you back here on Earth: she's probably batshit crazy.

Posted by Gomez | June 12, 2007 2:35 PM

Hey Christopher, what are you reading these days? Reading Thomas Mann's Magic Mountain.

Posted by Andrew | June 12, 2007 2:36 PM

She's been dating Max online for five months now. He lives in Spokane (supposedly) and they've made plans to meet up three times now, but he canceled the first two last-minute and he didn't bother canceling this one. She's written Dan two different letters seeking permission to DTMFA, but Dan doesn't publish her letters. This was Max's second-to-last chance.

At least, that's my guess.

Posted by Christin | June 12, 2007 2:46 PM

very nine stories, christopher. nice!

Posted by kerri harrop | June 12, 2007 2:49 PM

'it was chemical'
i'm gonna steal that.

Posted by lar | June 12, 2007 2:57 PM

if it isn't Thomas Mann, or JD Salinger . . . and it HAS to be derivative of something (right . . . RIGHT?), then how about Miranda July? No, wait! Zadie Smith! No, no, Melville! Er, fuck. Flannery O'Connor? Philip K. Dick! Douglas Coupland! Richard Hugo! Dave Eggers! No, not Eggers. That other guy! The one I read sorta on the bus and before I went to sleep that one month when the internet was slow . . . uh, Gary Lutz? Damn it! I give up. Maybe it's just an interesting literary vignette on the Slog. No, no. Can't be. Toni Morrison! Rushdie! Joyce! Frizzelle! Just give me a little nod if I'm getting at all warmer. Louise Erdrich? Breton? New or Old Testament? Oh,fug. Damn you! Damn you and your cloudy influences! Just forget it! I'll get you next time! NEXT TIME!

Posted by Travis | June 12, 2007 3:03 PM

Actually, Christopher, I think you are Max.

Posted by Sean | June 12, 2007 3:22 PM

maybe she and "Max" were planning to poop in each others butts...

Posted by COMTE | June 12, 2007 3:43 PM

It just sounds like a typical Stranger fix up where the second person to arrive scopes out their blind date and just bales without any consideration of the other person's feelings. It's why I stopped doing personal ads.

Posted by elswinger | June 12, 2007 3:46 PM

My vote is Haruki Murakami. There is a similar scene in The Wind-up Bird Chronicle.

Posted by anarkallisti | June 12, 2007 5:07 PM

i agree with COMTE

Posted by foley | June 12, 2007 8:05 PM

You stay away from her or I'll cut you open like a tauntaun.

Posted by Max | June 12, 2007 9:59 PM

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