IF IT WAS UP YOU ASS YOU’D KNOW WHO!!!
this was my day. seriously. i had one of those…THOSE days where everything you thought was true and right…but were scared to belive it was true and right…TURNED OUT TO BE TRUE AND RIGHT.
I had a friend. (of for craps sake…yes. a man. why not, right?) that totally perpetuated the stereotype.
but I believed him to be better.
for two weeks. I believed him to be better.
and I started to question myself. I started to question all of it. I asked Joe to wingman for me, turns out he was too fuckin busy to do any of that…and turns out the point was moot…but I started to question.
too loud? oh. I’ve said loud.
too needy? shit. I said that already too…
this is my point.
he was too…IN A REALATIONSHIP.
God bless the Facebook.
how else would I know ANYTHING IN THE WORLD.
and it’s funny. (stupid funny. not ha ha funny…however it’s become part of my new set, so perhaps ha ha funny) I was never interviewing for that position. I was never looking to fill…ANYTHING.
apparently he was.
I was on the interview.
and ok…so…unbeknownst to me, parents?
parents and him?
check fucking check.
What’s the saying in Kelsey Grammer’s bio? —“you’re just not Iron Skillet material”
I am SOOOOO not Iron Skillet material.
Someone who is smart, funny, and doesn’t play the games without handing out the rule book.
I don’t really believe you…so I’ll just sit here and wait for the REAL punchline.
and wait for Guy Number Three.