random update

Feb 19, 2013 13:09

Not much going on lately. I was at the store a couple weeks ago when my cell phone rang. It was the wife of a friend saying they hadn't seen me in a while. They said they were at Applebee's down the road from me if I would like to meet them for appetizers and a beverage. Since I'm always game for eating, I said sure. I was literally right across the street at the time so I said I'll be there in a couple minutes. I got over there and my buddy stood up and yelled 'run for the hills, it's a trap!' He promptly got punched in the arm by his lovely wife. As soon as I took a step closer, I saw what he meant. There was another woman with them. So obviously it was matchmaking, not appetizers that I was invited for. That lasted about 3 minutes. I introduced myself, she stood up and said "I only date guys who are taller than me" I looked up (she had about 3, almost 4 inches on me) and said "when I was a kid, I had beta fish" She looked at me trying to understand, so I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were talking about things that don't matter" My buddy chuckled, leading to his second slug in the arm and a 'don't encourage him'. The next twenty minutes went pretty much with buddy's wife trying to tell me I need to think about settling down and she's trying to help me, her friend being less than interested, and me hoping the food would get there. It ended with the women leaving, very irritated, and my buddy and I catching up a bit. As we were leaving, he apologized for the set up, saying he tried to talk his wife out of it. I told him it was better for me than him, I was already planning on going to bed by myself.

Fast forward to today and I get an email from another friend telling me I am the least romantic, most stubborn, obstinante, pig headed guy she has ever seen, and that includes her exes, who she thought were in a league of their own. Apparently "so you're saying if this were an Olympic event, I could tell people I was an Olympic Champion?" Wrong answer.
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