Needless to say, I do not wish myself to be represented in the marketplace by some dreary boring man of stupid Heather's choice, never mind the accidental circumstances that have surrounded me with such boring specimens as these. Perhaps I was born in the wrong place and time and never will find true love under these circumstances. Ah, such is my sad fate, 'tis true, to have glanced upon Heather's hideous face at one time or another, and thus to have become myself a target of them, Heather's white trash comrades, unbeknownst to me.