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I Hate Men Version 243.0
So apparently, having horrifying admirers
in two states wasn't enough for me. This guy cleaned the carpets in our
apartment when we were moving (I should have been onto him right away,
because he asked me if "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand was a romance
novel. Romance novel?! Try classic American literature, you illiterate
S.O.B.), and he told me that he plays piano in a church, and that he
could find me a job doing the same. The man is forty, married, and
tells me and Brandon that "Men and women should not be alone together,
it makes the church look bad." So, I give him my number.
Before Brandon left, the man called me, and I promised to get back in
touch with him later in the week, thinking about how nice it would be
to pull in some moneys while my husband is away. So this week, as
promised, I called him back, but oh, what a tangled web...
"Sure, let's get together as soon as possible!" The Jesus-touting
virtuoso beams, "We can go to my church - the secretary will unlock the
door for us - and we'll play together for a few hours. Your husband is
gone for quite awhile, isn't he? Well if you need anything honey, and I
mean anything at all, you just call me. I mean it. I can get you
anything you need - just call me sweetie."
And I was like WTF.
So, the man says he'll call back Saturday. But he must have gotten
eager, because today he has called me three times and left two
voicemails which say the same thing: "Let's get together Sunday after
church and play a few songs. Then, I'll take you out to eat."
I wasn't aware that it's cool for married people to ask other married
people out on a DATE with them when they're not married to each other.
Oh, the emotionally scarring things I would say to this man... if I wasn't afraid he might try to molest me in the process.
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| | Posted 9/15/2006 7:20 PM - 35 Views - 8 eProps - 4 comments
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