Nothing To See Here
I’ve gotten a whole mess of e-mails and comments wondering what happened with Sunday dinner the other day. Ya’ll are just dying to see me get hitched, ain’t ya? While that’s real sweet, it ain’t going to be happening any time soon. Definitely not with Robbie. (But, you all will be the first to know as soon as Jake finally realizes something much bigger than Hollywood waits for him between my sheets.)
I didn’t rush to tell you all about Robbie coming over because there really isn’t much to tell. About all I can come up with is the he’s a very nice guy. But, he’s probably even a worse conversationalist (is that a word?) than I am. I need somebody to lead in that area. Now, if somebody throws a blanket on the ground, I’ll take it from there. (Well, actually he’ll take it. But you get my drift.)
You put together two guys who are not big talkers, there’s gonna have to be a better way of spending time together. And well, frankly, my pecker wasn’t feeling it. In fact, it was so quiet at the table, I think I heard it snoring. When he did speak, he almost always found a way mention my height. It was always in a nice way, but it happened so many times that it became weird instead of flattering.
Actually, he was not a bad looking guy. I think he is in his late twenties (I didn’t ask specifically. I’m just figuring because he got his master’s degree a couple of years ago) and he’s got dark curly hair. He even had a decent little bootie on him. (Yes, I looked. I always look. Not an ass comes within fifty feet of me that doesn’t pick up on my radar. Good ones, bad ones, and ugly ones. I mean, you never know until you look.)
But his personality was a bit…well, the only way I know how to describe it is…soft. I don’t mean soft in a feminine way. Just soft as in almost not there. It’s like his personality was made of ether. (That sounds horrible. I don’t mean to be ugly, I’m just trying to explain it.)
But, with friendships I tend to be drawn to bigger personalities. Not huge personalities, just bigger than my own. I’m not a personality size queen. I’m just more reserved, so it’s just a nice balance being around someone more outgoing. So I really don’t see much in the way of me and Robbie really being friends, either. Not that there’s something wrong with him. Just not that there’s something…right.
If Granny had a mission, I guess it failed. For me and for Robbie. I don’t think he saw me as anything more than someone who can clean the top shelf. So, in a way, he probably lost out more. I think he was really hoping to make a friend. I was more of the feeling of “If I do, I do. If I don’t, I don’t.”
And I know that Granny only had the best of intentions…whatever they were, exactly. She is very social and I think sometimes people like that mistake being a loner for being lonely.
But really, loners are content. I know I am am, anyway.
October 31st, 2006 at 4:38 pm
well have a great personality great with grannies’ hott ass & deep throat 4 U invite me 4 dinner &we can have dessert later alwayz good@ finishing all my tasty delights from HEAD TO RUMPROAST JUSTDIAL NIPPLES & DIMPLES!(WINK)
October 31st, 2006 at 4:47 pm
No hitching? Oh well, gives me more time to work on my booty.
October 31st, 2006 at 4:53 pm
At least you met him. So tell me, does he have a little sugar in his tank?
October 31st, 2006 at 5:43 pm
Nothing ventured,nothing gained.
Glad to hear it wasn’t awkward with Granny there.
October 31st, 2006 at 6:45 pm
I think one can never have too many friends. If nothing else, it gave you an insight into what you don’t want in a perspective mate.
October 31st, 2006 at 9:02 pm
Tony,
I know what to do: let Brett Cajun have him!
October 31st, 2006 at 9:36 pm
If Robbie only saw you as someone who can clean the top shelf, then he did miss out. In a big way. However, it sounds like he might have been a bit intimidated. Still, maybe don’t cross him off your list just yet? Often we don’t make a good first impression or second, or third, or fourth or so on . . . Sometimes by just having a little bit of patience, seeing past the armor, and meeting someplace in the middle, really nice things can transpire. You just never know. Even a contented loner needs somebody to open up to now and again.
November 1st, 2006 at 5:39 am
I agree with Curtis. I believe that he was just nervous and he was unsure what to talk about and your height may have been the most obvious thing. I’m sure it did fascinate him so that is what he was pre-occupied with. If you at least gave him another shot he may open up more and the height thing may have subsided.
November 1st, 2006 at 8:29 am
Hmm, I have to agree with you there Tony. Everyone I know thinks I’m lonely and tries to hook me up with other guys, but I’m just like you, a loner. I enjoy my time alone and am very happy with that. Not that I’m opposed to meeting someone that is.
November 1st, 2006 at 4:40 pm
JEALOUS, I want to clean your top shelf.
November 1st, 2006 at 8:46 pm
Is zak from another country or just a fast typer? I had to re-re-re-read that comment for clarity. I’m glad you met him and were okay with “if I do, I do. If I don’t, I don’t.” What did you cook for dinner and was he “family”?
It’s interesting that loners tend to like outgoing people for a balance. My dad is a loner and my mom is extremely outgoing. I used to be a loner, but since I’ve grown up, I’ve discovered that I’m quite the extrovert. It’s weird what growth can do.
November 6th, 2006 at 9:26 am
OK. Fine. Fair enough…
…for as long as being a loner remains your choice and not your predicament…
…it’s a thin line one probably crossses only in retrospect…
Look; the guy isn’t bad looking, is young, has a cute ass and curly hair
- take him out for a drink one-to-one!
Yes I am dying to see you hitched.
Actually, marry me, you’ll be screaming for a cute dullard with a personality bypass within the week; promise!
Give the boy a break…
No. Give yourself one.