So, here's where I initiate cute meets without the benefits of voice, tone, gesture, and all the other mysterious messages that move back and forth in person. Only I'm coming up empty. I suppose in the interest of full disclosure I should mention that I prefer urban culture to the great outdoors. (Nature doesn't really stir my soul.) I believe at this point that rooting for the Yankees is like rooting for Microsoft. And I think the trouble with all of us is we'd rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism. Except for me, of course. Fire away.