cotton/poly blend: comfy couture or dating disaster?

There's been a bit of activity in the dating department this past week. I had been talking to two different women but today I discovered that it ain't gonna happen with either of them. The first one was a sweet, laid-back bisexual lass who lived in my neighborhood. Out of the two, she stood a better shot of getting in my drawers. Something about her charmed me. Case in point: We were discussing musical tastes via email and it didn't even bother me that she wrote, "The Pixies? Are they that Australian folk band?" A lesser person may have clicked delete right then and there but there was a certain je ne sais quois about her unabashed ignorance of such things. After proposing a get-together for drinks, she had second thoughts today and backed out. With much maturity and class, she wrote me an email explaining that things were starting to heat up with a boy she met recently and she didn't think it wise to get involved with anyone else. Regardless of the reason, I respect and admire that she nipped it in the bud early on. No hard feelings and I wished her well in her quest.

On to bachelorette #2. I've had my concerns with her throughout our brief correspondence but none were substantial enough to sever relations. Until today. She wrote to me and described her day's activities which included a trip to the movies. All was status quo until she mentioned what she'd be wearing while out and about... white sweatpants. Oh my eyes! My eyes!!! If she hadn't used the modifier "traditionally gender-rigid" in an earlier email I might have automatically assumed that the sweatpants were of the Juicy variety with a sassy cut to them. But I think she's more of the Land's End type of girl. And I'm SO not. Her pants could very well be fashionable for all I know but I can't help but think of those really thick Champion sweats with the elastic around the ankles. And what if she pulls them up to reveal portions of her calves?!?! Oh the horror! That settles it -- she's bounced. I won't tell her why but since bachelorette #1 was decent enough to cut me loose early on, I should do the same with White Sweatpants. Oooh, maybe I'll offer to fix her up with the The Belcher. After all, someone with that much gas and bloat could benefit from a pair of pants with a bit more give around the waistline.