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It was a dark and stormy night...

When I set out my contest for someone to "Win a Date with Pete Corless!", I figured I'd be in for some interesting times ahead. Well, it was and wasn't interesting at the same time. But, since there were so many people who have heard of the story to this point, I figured I'd give you all the "rest of the story".

Response from people was rather enthusiastic at first. But it never really got the kind of responses I was hoping for. Not a single poem! Not even a single "official" entry. But the good news was there were a lot of curious inquiries and encouraging letters.

Pete's Index

Responses to the "Win a Date with Pete Corless!" Contest, December 1996
(With inspiration from Harper's Index)
Women who said generally encouraging things (that's cute/that's funny*): 4
Women who said it was cute but they were already married/engaged/had a date: 3
Women who were somewhat interested, but never followed up with an entry: 1
Guys who wanted to know if they could have my cast-off entrants: 1
People who were just wondering if it was working: 3
People who wish they had thought of it first: 2
People who asked me to help them create their own home pages: 2
People who said I should contact a lawyer to review applications: 1
People who said Jeff Cunningham better come in a dress if this didn't work: 1


* Yes, there is a subtle but immense difference between someone telling you "That's cute" or "That's funny" and having them tell you "You're cute" or "You're funny".

Can't Leave Well Enough Alone

I found out this latter bit of wisdom when, depressed by the lack of entries, I was about to pack it in. However, someone at work came to me and said I was just going about it in the wrong way. She said I should just be gutsy, grab one of the names off the list, and respond to her and tell her she'd won. Be a take-charge-kinda-guy! (Yeah, that's me! Or so I was convinced a few minutes later.)

We reviewed the letters, looked at some pictures of people from work on our Intranet, and found someone who looked suitable. Her entire "entry" consisted of the message "Great homepage!" Not a resoundingly enthusiastic application, but what the heck. We had decided. To her, I wrote the following missive:

Okay, so I exaggerated a little with the "thousands" remark. Her response was impassioned, if nothing else.

I mean, look at all those exclamation marks!

Undaunted I sent back to her the official winner's notification:

Well, that was the last I heard from the official "winner"; she never dropped by or called to pick up her prize, and I couldn't say she's at fault. Ah well!

I Think I'm Going to Be Ill

I wish that was the end of the experience, but -- yes! -- there's more. The Wednesday before the party, I came down with the worst cold & flu you can imagine. Missed the next two days of work, which I hardly ever do. Stuffy-head-aching-so-you-can't-rest-medicine-kinda-ill. Cough & cold, and perhaps a fever, but no worse. Just enough to be debilitating. I saw it as a mixed blessing. Even though it destroyed my chances at attending the company party, it saved me the sorrow and humiliation of showing up alone, especially after all the interest. I also missed my friends from college too, and spent Saturday of the party zonked out, sleeping sixteen hours of the day in bed.

Onward ho!

Well, at this point, the Sunday after the party, and the cold & cough still linger, but I think I've had the worst of it. I spent last night and today reading an H.P. Lovecraft horror novel, and reflected I was doing swell in relative terms. (At least I wasn't in the Antarctic with my brain being sucked clean off by formless monstrosities from beyond space and time.) I cleaned up around the place, did some dishes, read the paper and considered there's still a few more holiday parties to attend (even if perhaps alone). Lastly, I wrote up this page to remind myself why I never, ever, ever want to do this again.

-Pete.


Peter Corless -- pcorless@cisco.com -- December 15, 1996