Once again I'm making the IM rounds of people who are on my buddy list because they amuse me. There's this one guy who is still moping because his ex dumped him three years ago (after he spent six years telling her he wasn't good enough for her--and he's surprised?) and is currently gloomy because no girls are knocking on his apartment door begging him to ask them out, literally.
This guy doesn't really care what the girl he dates does. As long as she's good looking and willing to put up with him and his infinite neuroses, he figures she's good enough and will trap her into marrying him. At the same time, no one is ever good enough, and he has a reason not to date any possibility that crosses his path.
For example: I am too much of a party girl for him. I cannot remember the last time I was drunk. The last time I drank was about a third of a bottle of Godiva liqueur last weekend to get myself psyched to wear a skirt which was far too short for me, but I was not drunk. (thank goodness for a liver refined by generations of Irish alcoholics) I take that back. I think the last time I was seriously drunk was last summer when I tried to finish a bottle of whisky for a friend. Thank goodness for N, who held my hair when I puked over the toilet for a while.
Some people just can't be pleased, I suppose.
2 comments:
the only person whose hair ive held over a toilet was my sisters, when she had the flu in kindergarten. so horray for 'n.'
L,
Sean
I've tried the supportive role when someone is vomiting but it usually just leads to me vomiting and no one needs that when they aren't feeling well.
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