The day I posted “I Am an Anti-Accountite,” the said accountant called to ask me out again that evening. (The irony!) Since he obviously doesn’t read my blog, I feel it’s safe to talk about him for a minute so I can make a point.

I really don’t want to go out again. He’s a nice guy, but I’m just not interested, thanks. But whenever I tell someone I’m not interested in a guy, they acuse me of being “too picky.” The other day my friend Dan sent me an article in the Atlantic Monthly about how women need to lower their expectations and basically…well…settle. The article was interesting, and it made me feel guilty for wanting to have spark and chemistry and all that gushy stuff. So, I’ve decided to appease my critics and “really give it a try.”

But here’s the deal: If I need to be more accepting, so does he. Let me explain.

I know this guy’s type, and I’m not it. Believe me, I was polite and smiley when I first met him—probably why he wants to go out again. But based on his answers to questions (things like “I never considered going anywhere other than BYU” and “I still live with my parents” just didn’t resonate with me), the braided belt and side part, and my gut feeling—I think I’m just not the Relief-Society-President type he’s looking for. Granted, I love my church, but I’m going to try a little experiment. I want to see if he’s going to mind the following attributes in his eternal companion:

• The majority of my favorite movies are rated R.
• I currently have a bottle of red wine in my refrigerator I use to make spaghetti sauce.
• I really don’t consider “ass,” “hell,” or “damn” to be swear words.
• I often vote Democrat.
• I wear bikinis.
• My favorite channel is Comedy Central—at night.
• I refuse to read any book published by Bookcraft or Desert Book.

So I agreed to go out again, and my plan is to implement all these facts politely into our conversation: “Conference was great, but did you see the latest Leonardo movie Body of Lies?  It was awesome.” Or, “I think Barack Obama just might be what this country needs.”

Anyway, I can’t to be pegged the bad guy anymore because I’m “too picky” if this guy doesn’t call me again. That’s what I predict will happen, but who knows? Maybe this straightedge is looking for a little rebellion.

I’ll let you know how it goes…

**So if want to date Jenny, again, don’t be an accountant. Also, you must be okay with the facts listed above.