Didn't know I went out with a retarded guy, did ya?

Apparently I did.  This is so bad, that I'm posting here, instead of on my regular blog.

For the background, read here and here.  

I fancy myself a smart person.  I frequently found myself on the honor roll in middle school and high school, and the dean's list in college, eventually graduating magna cum laude.  The thing is, some really smart people, while good with the books, lack common sense.  (I'm not painting all smarties with the same brush...I realize Hope is a Mensa member, and she's pretty cool.)  By the way, random side note, a former co-worker used to call me Mensa, and my Spanish-speaking co-workers totally made fun of me, calling me mensa (note the lower-case m--very important in the translation).  Anyhow, Moses is apparently one of these retarded smart people.  Not only did he try asking me out once after I blew him off (see 2nd linked post above), but he tried contacting me again!

Flashback to the Tuesday before Turkey Day.  I had just flown up to Sacramento, and was spending the evening at my bro & sis-in-law's new house.  It was late, and we were hanging out talking.  Around 10pm, my cell phone signaled an incoming text  When I saw who it was from, I groaned, but read:

I really, really like myself.  Do you know how awesome it is to be happy for the world, just to know its lucky enough to have people like yourself in it? I hope so.  Also, i'm kinda drunk.

I love that even in his inebriated state, he was still able to spell and punctuate almost entirely correctly.  But, I didn't respond.  I don't understand why this guy thinks that I left the door open to his nerdy advances, or why he thinks it's OK to keep contacting me when I very obviously am not interested in him.  Ugh.