(Apologies to Stew for stealing this page from her book.)

So, thanks to a recent ego boost, I decided to try the online dating thing again. I signed up for the smiley faced one, because, well, I haven't tried it yet. It's going OK. Nothing has really come of it yet, but I'm talking with one guy that I'm interested in. Then there's this other guy. He seems nice enough, and is into horses, so I figured, "What the heck?' He would like to become a dairy farmer, and he was telling me that he thinks that's what's scaring women away. I was all, "Cows are cool! Goats are cooler! I could have a horse!" Nothing to be taken seriously, because, well, we've only talked over e-mail, so it's not like I'm planning for the future or anything here.

His response?

"Being a part of a dairy business is not to be taken lightly. Life on a dairy farm will change and affect you whether you are an active participant in the business or not.... Milking cows is not a job or a career but rather frequently refered (sic) to as a lifestyle or way of life... 24 Hours/Day, 365 Days/Year. My looking and smelling like what comes out of a cows backside mixed in with the smell of sour milk is the least what is to be expected. Oh, another good thing to mention to consider... Cows get milked twice daily... Approximately every 12 hours."

Uh, OK. Later in the letter he says, "Dairy farming is unique, for all the hard work I think I like what it has to offer for myself and a family."

Here's the thing. I don't know that I want to have kids. Meaning, I'm leaning towards no. I am not saying definitely no because things change, but as of this point, I don't want kids. (I'm not sure I've explicitly stated that here before.) I like kids, don't get me wrong, but I really like when they go home with their parents.

(I have already formulated extensive plans for corrupting my nephew.)

It seems clear to me that I need to tell this guy, "Hey, yea, this isn't going to happen." Do I have an obligation to tell him that the whole dairy farming as a way of life thing is a bit much after say, a week and a half of e-mailing? That things might go better for him if he maybe let that go, just a bit? That no one has to make any life decisions based upon a few e-mails? In other words, chill out?