A Surprising Catch

As I’m sure many of you will recall, I wrote an entry a bit ago about my newly enlightened state towards picking up women (with the assistance of an internet website). Admittedly, I found the methods described on the website more akin to trout fishing than romance, but it all seemed helpful nonetheless.

Unfortunately, since that time, I’ve discovered I’m quite a horrid fisherman when it comes to women. Now, this is not to say my lures have proven to be particularly deficient, as they were never even properly tested. Truthfully, I found myself entirely incapable of ever casting an appropriate (pick-up) line towards the female of my desire. And it’s quite difficult to get a girl to take the bait if you refuse to offer it. Still, I suspect it’s just as well; I imagine I’d have had a horrid time throwing back an unsuitable catch.

Now, having accepted my complete failure as a woman fisherman, I happened upon quite a surprise. Yes, it seems one day the big catch was suddenly sitting on my doorstep, having swam theie on her own accord. It was quite a surprise. Certainly, you’ll agree that something fishy was going on.

A line had not been cast; the bait had not been offered. And yet here was the desirable catch, awaiting me impatiently.

You may be expecting me to explain the reasoning behind this occurrence. This I can not offer you. All I can offer is to say that I’m quite pleased to have made such a catch and hardly plan on releasing her back into the water.

And for those of you who continue to fish for a mate, I lend you a bit of advice. It’s much more fulfilling to make the catch with your fishing gear removed.