Correction: you are hopelessly charming to dead women and competitive men fall all over themselves with laughter when encountering you.<quoted text>
Again with the insecure men. No, carol, I don't stalk anybody, at least not here. You're overlooking the other alternate explanation: I ensure that you come to me. I'm hopelessly charming to women and competitive men virtually fall all over themselves trying to get at me.
You must not be very good at scouring either because I think I mentioned I'd be going to St Barts last week and, surprisingly, I didn't carry you there with me. Your test run apparently coincided with my return flight, as sinister as that might seem in the paranoid world of Florida Jewry.
So, what'll we talk about now? Insecure men or paranoid women?
Go stand in a graveyard tonight and wet yourself, Fool. Maybe you'll hear some giggling 6' below your feet and think that you once again charmed a woman.