While at the coffee shop after my knitting circle gathering tonight (Yes, addicted. I know.), I overheard the following:
Scene: Couple sitting in the corner chatting, having recently met thanks to online personal ads. This might have actually been their first meeting.
Her: I would suggest that you clean up all the typos in your ad though. That is an instant turnoff for me. Really bugs me. I used to be a secretary.
Him: Well, hopefully I won’t need to use the ad for much longer.
… uhm, dude? She just told you to fix your ad. Obviously, she is not swept off her feet by you and begging you to take it down. The fact that she’s talking about all of her ex’s? Big hint. You probably should just go get in the car and leave. Be sure to fix the typos when you get home, ok?
Before they leave:
Him, in total cheese voice: You can be my secretary any time.
Her: (Sound of crickets chirping.)
I almost threw up in my knitting bag.