'What do you call an intelligent, good-looking,

'What do you call an intelligent, good-looking, sensitive man?' he asked. 'A rumor' she said with a smirk. Nathan didn't find it funny though. In fact he was annoyed at the remark.

He resented that his image was not the pristine upper class profile he imagined creating for the last 20 years of his life. Now Nathan knew he had to become the right man.

He sat down on the computer and searched the name Angela on Facebook. If he wanted to become the man he imagined, he would have to start by

starting at start. The thought paralyzed him. It took him three years to find the perfect password for his new Facebook account, but then it asked him

who was the best man at his wedding as part of some supposed extra level of security. He couldn't recall which wedding he'd thought of when he set the account up so he tried 'Bob'.

Later, the Men in Black broke down the door. "We noticed that you used 'Bob' for a security question. We know for a fact that he wasn't your Best Man. Who is this BOB?"

I looked at them, puzzled. 'You don't know who Bob is? The greatest guy that ever lived? Bob Marley?' The MiB's looked at each other, then back at me again. 'Never heard of him, is

a snowball in the microwave. Still, he used his moves, his best moves. The ray-ray, the sexy blowfish, all that he learned from the Parisian. Still, the girl

refused to love him. So repulsed by his dancing was she, she didn't even want to be on the same planet as him. So she called NINJA POPE, ready to end it all; to end such tragedy.