Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Who Ever Thought...?
That I'd be responding to reader mail. But I am. Right now.
My ode to DB has generated some questions, along the lines of "what the hell were you talking about?" So I figured I should let everyone in on the joke.
A friend of mine was adamant that he receive a blog entry all his own, so he got one with every experience I had personal knowledge of in it. Specifically I am referring to the following:
DB was going out on his first ever date with a new boy, who's a lawyer. They were meeting at Tim Horton's and before he went, DB decided to use some self-tanner to make it look like he actually got out of doors once in awhile. What he didn't know was that this particular product contained some glitter. He only discovered this under the fluorescent lights of Tim Horton's as he reached out to pay for his coffee. He was glittery all over. What do you say at that point to your date? I believe DB said nothing to him about it, but said "oh FUCK" to himself.
The other element of the poem refers to a random French Canadian boy at a club who was wearing parachute pants. He and DB got along a little.
So there we are, now you all know as much as I do, and I won't be so smug and inside-jokish ever again. Promise.
Here's a funny story.
Bex decided that she wanted to explore the dating world a little more closely and, despite my Swimming With Sharks entry, went about her merry old way with Lavalife. Since she was so new to this process she only got as far as creating a name before deciding to quit for the evening and marshal her forces to come up with a winning profile. Imagine her surprise when she logged in the next day to see half a dozen hits. She hadn't put up a picture, there was no profile, what the...? Then she really thought about the name she'd given herself. Then she laughed until she peed. She'd used her initials, you see, and unfortunately "BJ" means something different to different people. When you call youself "BJ gal" on Lavalife you're pretty much guaranteed to become the most popular girl at the party. And boy was she ever.
That I'd be responding to reader mail. But I am. Right now.
My ode to DB has generated some questions, along the lines of "what the hell were you talking about?" So I figured I should let everyone in on the joke.
A friend of mine was adamant that he receive a blog entry all his own, so he got one with every experience I had personal knowledge of in it. Specifically I am referring to the following:
DB was going out on his first ever date with a new boy, who's a lawyer. They were meeting at Tim Horton's and before he went, DB decided to use some self-tanner to make it look like he actually got out of doors once in awhile. What he didn't know was that this particular product contained some glitter. He only discovered this under the fluorescent lights of Tim Horton's as he reached out to pay for his coffee. He was glittery all over. What do you say at that point to your date? I believe DB said nothing to him about it, but said "oh FUCK" to himself.
The other element of the poem refers to a random French Canadian boy at a club who was wearing parachute pants. He and DB got along a little.
So there we are, now you all know as much as I do, and I won't be so smug and inside-jokish ever again. Promise.
Here's a funny story.
Bex decided that she wanted to explore the dating world a little more closely and, despite my Swimming With Sharks entry, went about her merry old way with Lavalife. Since she was so new to this process she only got as far as creating a name before deciding to quit for the evening and marshal her forces to come up with a winning profile. Imagine her surprise when she logged in the next day to see half a dozen hits. She hadn't put up a picture, there was no profile, what the...? Then she really thought about the name she'd given herself. Then she laughed until she peed. She'd used her initials, you see, and unfortunately "BJ" means something different to different people. When you call youself "BJ gal" on Lavalife you're pretty much guaranteed to become the most popular girl at the party. And boy was she ever.
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