Dibbs: Foiled Again

One of our dear friends put her head together with a co-worker and has set me up on a blind date.

I was so excited. I've talked to him twice. He's out of town on business, but he actually called two days in a row. This is such a rarity that I was beside myself.

Then it happened. He asked me what I was getting ready to do. "Watch Kentucky play," I said. He revealed what may be his fatal flaw. He doesn't have cable.

Now before you say anything, understand. It's fine if girls don't have cable. They'll miss a lot of most-dramatic-rose-ceremonies-in Bachelor-history, but whatev. It is, however, a deal breaker for me if a guy doesn't have cable. Why, you wonder, scratching your head...

He Doesn't Watch Sports! Yes, I know, this might sound like nirvana to you. Right now I'm watching Mississippi State play DePaul independently of a man so I can cheer for the SEC against the Big East. A man who doesn't watch sports would make me feel like a big ole butch. And let me tell you, there's nothing attractive for either of us if I have to explain pass interference to him.

I don't truck with men who don't watch sports. My male friends watch sports. My family watches sports. Hell, the baby watches sports. What Daddy raised this man? (And, no, he cannot be my father-in-law.)

I know I'm no spring chicken. Nor am I easy to deal with. At some point, I realize a girl has to make some sacrifices. Why couldn't they be crow's feet, or a receding hairline, or flat feet? Why does the sacrifice have to be this?