"I'm an idiot," Bernadette informs me last night on the phone.

She's about to have a first date and she's nervous about calling the guy to set up a time. Possibly worse than having him answer, she tells me that she ended up getting his voicemail.

"I'm sure you're not an idiot," I assure her.

"I said I was easy in the voicemail," she says. "Easy?" I ask. "Easy," she repeats. "I said I was free anytime after five and I wasn't too picky about what we were going to do, and that I was easy."

I start to laugh.

"Not difficult," she yells at me. "I meant to say that I'm not difficult!"

"At least you didn't say, 'I'm easy. Oops! I mean flexible.' That would have been worse, right?" Bern just sighs.

If a girl told me she was easy I'd be more likely to call her back. No?