Today, after many grueling hours staring at a piece of html that somebody tortured into uneditability, I received a phone call on my cell. I didn't recognize the number, but longed for the distraction nonetheless. "Hello," came my highly imaginative greeting. A man's anxious voice came on the line.

"Oh, Stacie, thank God you finally answered your phone! I was starting to think you weren't ever going to speak to me again!"

I was curious to know the whole story, as I am female and such things interest me...but the ol' Midwestern wholesomeness kicked the busybody to the side and I declared, "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number."

"You're not Stacie?"

"No."

"You sound just like her...are you sure?"

"Fairly certain, yes."

"Well you are a woman, right?"

"Fairly certain, yes."

"I could use a little guidance from your prerogative..."

And, fifteen minutes of relationship counseling was to follow. It served as a nice break from the HTML, I must admit. I do find it curious that I am pretty ok with an anonymous, relationshiply-challenged individual asking me to administer a little advice. He didn't even know my name. Poor misguided wretch.