2.05.2009

Part Deux...

So I'm trying to figure out how to...well, I guess jump right in. So I guess I'll test the waters gently with my big toe and then sllooooooly sklunk on to this post.

I guess just a quick disclaimer: luckily I have only 3 readers, so the likelihood of anyone thinking I am pretentious, biased, prejudiced whatever is pretty slim, nil & none. This is how I think and feel and this is how I am and if Popeye can be that way then so can I.

Let's start current and move backwards, shall we??

First up, we have Bohunk #1.
We have what you could call a "working relationship" and I do enjoy our time that we spend together once a week. I did initially find him attractive, but in a duct name over your mouth, you're pretty kinda way.

Then the texting started. Fairly benign until a few days ago. Then in a frenzy of drunken texts (his, not mine) Cue to the "I'm scared of the way I feel about you" and "I think about you a lot". Needless to say I promptly deleted all evidence, because in my world, if I can't see it, I doesn't exist.

At this point some one might say, not too bad, maybe just coming on a bit to strong. The texts themselves are barely coherent and speaking with him is not much better. I certainly do not go around spouting Voltaire & Kant but I do desire a bit of current event "banter" if you will.

Any "future" I may have with this gentleman is a youthful hallucination. He is in the personal services industry and performs electrical assistance as needed I suppose. He comes from a small town up north where I am fairly certain they have never met one of The Tribe (as I am).

Insult to injury, he makes unfunny, inappropriate gay jokes which, had I not had an uncle to whom I was closer to anyone on earth die of AIDS-it will still be kinda nauseating.

So, if that's not too much for you, let me know, I've got plenty more where that came from.

8 comments:

The Namby Pamby said...

I am glad to see that someone else uses the 'if I can't see it, then it never happened' theory.

However, I am one that usually ends up deleting the evidence of my drunkery...

Dysfunction Junction said...

Oh...it's multi-purpose.

However, I have found that it is not as effective with my drunkery as usually there is bruising.

Overflowing Brain said...

Um, yes. That's exactly how life works. If it is not there, it is NOT THERE. I subscribe to this policy as well.

Which is why I won't be stepping on a scale anytime soon or googling "colloid cyst in foramen of monro" again anytime soon.

Hey look, I just made a comment all about me. Yikes. But really, good luck with the texts. Perhaps he doesn't even remember sending them? (Not that I've ever done that...)

Dysfunction Junction said...

Unfortunately, no. My luck is not that good. I have received follow up texts asking for dinner ON VALENTINES DAY!!!!!! (how many is too many exclamation points?)

Ask Daisy, I nearly had an aneuryism (perhaps you & I should not be joking about brain things).

The Artful Blogger said...

Well...you might have hockey tickets for Valentine's Day...and now you have another reader.

You are quite good at this blogging thing!

Grace said...

Someone's got a BOYFRIEND! Score.

It might not be hockey tickets, Artful, maybe he'll take her to a monster truck rally!

Dysfunction Junction said...

Holy crap Grace, I hope you're kidding. Otherwise my scathing sarcasm has totally not come through....

Grace said...

I kid. I kid. :-)