Parsley Guy

I am up on one of those dating sites. I haven't had much luck, and its sort of a farce, but I certainly get a lot of responses, and every once in a while I contact someone back and we email back and forth and have a phone conversation or two, and then I quickly realise its not for me--and find a polite way to exit.

Well...

Friday I gave this guy my number, I think we had 7 emails between us, and plus, he has an adorable screen name, and a terribly adorable stripey shirt, among other intruiging things...

so I give him my number and we have an awkward but charming conversation, untill he mentions that he was hungry and was therefor going to eat a cracker, which reminded me that I was hungry, so I informed him that I was going to go to the kitchen and find something... and I step into the kitchen and it smells like parsley because my sister is chopping parsely...

...and it smells nice, so I mention it to mr. cute stripey shirt.

"parsely?" he queries,"It smells like parsley? like you can acctually smell it?"

me: um...yeah, I guess....I mean its fresh.

him: fresh? where did you get fresh parsley?"

me: we grow it in our backyard in the garden

him; oh that's wonderful. I don't remember the last time I had parsely

me: (you have got to be kidding) um, yeah! its nice...but its pretty ordinary to get fresh parsely, I mean, when was the last time you entered a grocery, ahem. I mean, if you dont mind me asking?

him: why don't you send me some

me: what?! send you some parsely? but it will go limp, it will be terrible

him: so dry it.

me (thinking how do these conversations get so beyond my control?): wait. just a second. you want me to go all hippy and sundry some PARSLEY for you and MAIL it to YOU? WHY DON'T I JUST SEND SOME HAND DRIED RAISONS, for that matter??

him: no, just parsley, you can leave out the raisins.

me: I am thinking, that that's a bit picky, dude. I mean, I don't KNOW you, and like, that's a lot of commitment for a complete stranger

him (offended): strangers?! I sent you 7 emails

I guess I said it out loud

me: (he's got to be kidding, like, is that his idea of commitment? but this part of the convesation being a total repeat of other conversations when i "broke up with people without ever even meeting them' phenomenon of internet dating) Listen, I cant send you parsely

him: this is my Address. its blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda

me: I jot it down. i tell him, nah, but nice try.

we hang up. I, full of guilt, send him a link to a parsely website. Shabbos starts a few hours later and I daydream during the meal: me going outside, picking parsely, spreading it out on my picnic table, and mailing it in a jar with a gingham lid cover.

Shabbos day I bring this story up to my friends. They think its adorable. "oh, just send him some, its so wacky and cute."

Sunday I tell my mom: "is he cute? because if he is cute, I would definately send him the parsley" she tells me

"but I haven't even met him! doesnt he at least owe me coffee first?"

cuz thats what I'm thinking.
well does he? What do you think?