A girl came up to me the other night and said, “I saw your ad in the paper.”

As if I wasn’t unsure enough about this whole enterprise, she solidified all of my fears.

To her, and probably a lot of others, I’m either hopelessly clueless or unbelievably pathetic to the point that

I’m willing to solicit myself on the front page of the paper. And now I’m supposed to describe myself to the whole school, as if they care, in a way that will somehow make five girls want to go on dates with me. Add to that the inherent difficulty in trying to explain one’s self in words, while at the same time hoping to avoid sounding either arrogant or self-loathing, and this is a pretty difficult exercise.

For me, low self-esteem is generally just good common sense, so I don’t have to really worry about the arrogant possibility. I’ll do my best to avoid the self-loathing.

My background’s about as diverse as the Thursday night crowd at General’s.

I’m from Atlanta (not Marietta, not Alpharetta, but Atlanta), and I have lived there my whole life, until I came to Athens.

I went to the University as an undergraduate, I’m currently in law school here and am going to work in Atlanta next fall.

I’m a Bulldog nut and will be until I die.

I love eating, drinking and then eating again.

I have a dry sense of humor that is sometimes lost on others – such as joking that I would take tanning cream to a desert island.

I have the time of my life at least three nights a week and consider 95 percent of my life as a vacation.

I know that life is short, and life as a washed up frat guy in Athens is even shorter, so I try to maximize my fun while I’m here.

That’s why I agreed to take part in this fiasco of publicized dating. It’s something different, and if nothing else, it seems to entertain people, providing both friends and enemies with a countless number of insults to hurl at me in person, texts and e-mail.

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