I shared the link to my blog with a colleague. She thought it was interesting that I was writing a blog given how full my calendar is at work and home. Her curiosity was peaked as she's also been having a lot of bad luck with online dating. That night she texted me after reading a few of the posts. She was enthralled and couldn't wait to read the rest. I suggested she start her own blog as this was allowing me to channel my creative energy while venting. After reading all the posts, she shared the link to my blog on her Facebook wall. When I arrived at the office the next day, she immediately came over to my workstation.
Her: "OMG, I love your blog! You are an amazing writer, if you ever write a book I'll buy it too! You have to show me how to start a blog. I can't believe some of those stories, people are so dishonest. I was laughing so hard last night; the guy with the stuffed animals, the other one when his mom says he's fine and it wasn't even his house! OMG are there any honest people left in the world? What is normal? Everything is so different. You can't trust anyone because it's too easy to lie."
Me: "I'm happy I was able to make you laugh. Very sad that the stories are all true, I even left out some details to keep it shorter. These date back to the late Spring of 2006 up to early summer of 2008, just before I met my husband. I can look back and laugh now, but at the time this was happening it wasn't fun or amusing."
Her: "I can imagine, I'm sorry you went through that. For me it was similar. We think these things only happen to us, but many people go through this. Why are people are so mean? Sorry, but I can't stop laughing when I think of some of your stories. I hope you have more, I can't wait to read them."
I was thrilled to get such positive feedback. When she mentioned Mr. Teddy Bear, it reminded me of a joke a friend had sent me.
Joke:
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A woman decided to go out for a few drinks rather than stay home alone. She headed over to a pub. Across the bar she spotted this guy looking over at her and smiling. He was cute and it looked like he was alone too.
Bartender: "The gentleman across the bar would like to buy you a drink, will you accept?"
Woman: "Yes of course, thank you."
The bartender brought her the drink. She decided to walk over to the guy and thank him herself. They talked most of the night and played a round of pool. He then asked her if she'd like to go home with him. She figured, why not?
They went back to his place. When she walked in, it was hard not to notice he had a lot of stuffed animals everywhere. They were all neatly arranged according to size. After a few more drinks things started to get really hot and heavy, so they moved into his bedroom. To her surprise, there were even more stuffed animals. He had several shelves on the wall and again they were all neatly organized, smallest on the bottom to biggest on top. She figured who gives a shit, there are far worse habits and she wanted him badly. They had mad passionate sex. When they were done, he looked over at her.
Guy: "How was it for you?"
Woman: "It was amazing, how was it for you?"
Guy: "It was pretty good. Go ahead, pick any prize from the second shelf."
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My colleague roared with laughter. Instantly we were both laughing so hard tears were rolling down our cheeks. Our fellow co-workers thought we were insane. We were laughing so hard we couldn't talk and in a Workplace 2.0 environment, it's hard not to be disruptive. I'm sure someone will complain and we'll get spoken to. Oh well, I hope you understood the joke and that you laughed as much as we did. After all these self-confidence and ego destroying experiences, I had to inject some humour.
Update:
Ok, so a few people didn't get the joke so I'll elaborate. The stuffed animals being arranged according to size on different shelves is similar to those games at the exhibition. For example, when you get a baseball into the milk can, your prize is a small stuffed animal. If you get 2 balls into the milk can, you win a medium sized one and if you get all 3 balls in you get a big stuffed animal. In the joke I guess he felt her performance only warranted a medium sized prize. Lol!
Enjoy your weekend!
Dateless in Ottawa
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