The Urban Sherpa keeps a collection of stories and curios filed under Mythic Proportions.
Blunt Trauma to the Head 
Hi there. I saw you from across the room. I couldn't help but notice you looking at me. And winking. What's that you're reading? Oh, I love Murakami! Yeah, I'm reading some of his short stories right now. No, I can't remember what they're called. No, I don't remember what any of them are about.
You have a Masters degree? So do I! Wow, we have so much—. Yes, so much in common. Look, we're already finishing each other's sentences.
Is that your dog? I love dogs. No, I'm not much of a cat person, either. They make me choke, actually.
Well, let me cut to the chase: you're looking for a smart, funny, sensitive guy, right? And I am a smart, funny sensitive guy. (To prove it, here's a picture of me in a bunny suit. Yes, it's me, playing the Easter Bunny at a charity breakfast for children. Yes, of course I do that sort of thing all the time.)
If you're looking for a smart, funny, sensitive guy, and I am one, then maybe we should meet? No, I mean meet. In real life. Yeah, offline—not email. Would you like to meet? No? OK. Well, I just thought—.
OK. See you around.

