Francis is the kinda guy who makes me want to cut short my vacation from men. Just cut it short. No souvenirs. No pictures. Nothing. He's like everything I love and hate about guys all in one. Frat boy skater/surfer-type. Uses 'dude' and 'definitely' way over limit. 24-hour hardon. Even made that stupid Irish joke over the phone once (which someone actually asked me in a chat room last night).

"Got any Irish in you?"

"No."

"Want some?"

Yet ... I know he's a genuine guy. Really. Sometimes when we talk ... it seems as if we both want the same things. I just don't know if I could really see myself with him.

Blah.