Dear Capitol Hill,

We were about 97% compatible according to the website.  I had to cancel our first date because of something crazy at work happening. You were a trooper though and rescheduled. We met near the metro because you said you never drive, you live in DC understandable. We get some drinks and order food, we are sitting outside it’s a nice evening. We are doing the initial chit chat.


 Then I ask what you like most about your job on Capitol Hill. You state with a school boy smile and in a creepy voice, “the summer interns”. You then elaborate on your hill hook ups and how great it is because interns are told not to do they keep it quiet. (And Monica Lewinsky was told to keep it quiet too. ) 


At this point I know there is not going to be a 2^nd date. You reassure me of this when you pick up the check and ask if we could split this.


-P