Aug 20, 2007 22:28
The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.
I'll answer the questions in the morning.
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I have no eFing idea what to ask you.
Know why? I'm not interested in knowing anything you aren't willing to share.
On the baby front: My cousin and my friend both popped today. Tell Colleen it's "go time."
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Did I mention I'd be interested in your dmb tix if she goes into labor? Gosh I'm so selfish! All I can think about is Dave when you're about to be a Daddy!
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but really we know nothing about each other.I know where you're going with this, but I would beg to differ. Yes, here on el jay we (or should I say "I" - not wanting to speak for everyone) there's a certain level of vulnrability with the things we write. We don't always share our most intimate truths with the people in our everday lives. Why? Because sometimes opening yourself up that way can hinder things, become a detrament. So you do it here, on these pages. It's a safe outlet. I mean, look at the Andy thing you've written about recently. Who else have you shared those thoughts with? Certainly Colleen. Maybe Steve. But ( ... )
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p.s.s. the_coach proposed this question on his blog and I thought I would post it on mine. There are a couple people on my friends list that I know in real life (you included), so they probably wouldn't have questions. I guess it was more for the handful of people I've never met.
(Thank you for the comments.)
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Just kidding.
Maybe.
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How did you meet her?
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2. I met my wife at a bar in Canada. In Canada, you only have to be 19 to drink. I was 21, but my friends (who were 20) wanted to go, so I went. We danced early in the night then danced again at the end of the night. I had to repeat her phone number to myself over and over until we got back to the car because nobody had a pen. I wrote the number on my hand. Later that night, I went to see a girl who I sorta liked at the time, with the phone number written on my hand. Needless to say, that didn't work out.
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Did the other girl notice the number?
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No. I think she was drunk.
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