In this case, however, it was all over for before the salad ever hit the table. What did me in, intraweb, was the bookshelf. One look was all it took for me to realize that this was not the guy for me.
Me (a signed copy of Joe Clark's memoirs book in hand): Did you have to read this for class?
He: No. Why?
Me: Is Joe Clark a blood relative of yours, then?
He (proudly - no! - defiantly): The guys a fucking genius.
If the eyes are the windows to the soul than bookshelves are the window to the mind. Here are a few nice ones.
See what I mean?