The Not-So-Fickle Finger Sept. 11"s repercussions, as many observers have remarked, have been felt in all kinds of realms. From bankruptcies to bad hair days, the not-so-fickle finger of Sept. 11 has left its telltale mark in virtually all aspects of American life. Nowhere has this been more keenly felt than in the feverish precincts of this country"s singles scene. The following tale of one hapless bachelor, Leif Ribald, serves to illuminate both the highs and, sorrowfully, the lows of this nationwide syndrome.

Leif Ribald

"Make no mistake, after Sept. 11 I really decided to get my act together," says Ribald, a sunlamp salesman on Indy"s bustling Westside. "You know, no more ironic partying and sleepin" around. I figured it was time for a meaningful relationship - so I decided to get one!" If only amour was that simple. "I don"t know what happened," says an obviously anxious Ribald. "I mean, high-rise was my middle name. But since I started looking for somebody, well, you know, somebody to love - I haven"t been able to get it up. Goddamn that Sept. 11!"

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