Thursday, October 29, 2009

a frightening blunder




as halloween approaches (slower than christmas, come on already!) i wanted to post this picture of these little knitted thingys and say how excited i am to go to the store and buy a bunch of good candy for myself and some crap for the kids.

i'll also share something quite disturbing that happened not 20 minutes ago. this peek into the window of my life is not for the faint-of-heart, so i must warn you: if you are pregnant or have a heart condition or are one of my canadian-heterosexual-platonic-life-partners, you may want to stop reading.
now.

well, i see each and every one of you is still eyeballin' so i'll go on...

i was just on a website and chatting with someone i've only recently become chatty with. he originally caught my attention with a picture of himself in a beekeeper outfit holding a giant honeycomb (it's not small, no no no).
over the next few randomly-spaced emails, we talked about scary movies we had seen recently, i told him all about my 52 book reports i'm going to be writing in the next year. just getting-to-know-you chitchat. from something vague in his profile, i assumed he was taken, and wasn't really hitting on him. i could have just as easily have been talking to any of you.
and then i got this message that said, "what else you into?"
i thought, ok, that's abrupt, but ok, i can do this. nothing to be ashamed of.

and so i laid it all out. every sordid little thing i like. i rambled on and on about stuff that i wouldn't even want feist to know about. i figured, hey, you asked!


about 10 minutes of nothing happened before his reply: i meant other than watching horror movies.

happy halloween eve, everybody! bite-size milky ways and skittle fun packs for you all!

11 comments:

  1. Oh gp, that's going to keep me giggling all day long! And uh...remind me to be specific when asking you personal stuff; being one of your canadian-heterosexual-platonic-life-partners there's only so much information an old girl like me needs.

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  2. Okay - where does one get an application for canadian-heterosexual-platonic-life-partner??

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  3. Hehe, What do you call open-mouth-insert-foot disease when you do it on the internet? I dunno either, but you aren't the only one who suffers from it! I would love to have been a fly on the wall when your chatty friend read your response.

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  4. Have you noticed how you have a Canadian fan base? It's kind of impressive.

    I have done something similar. Many, many times. You'd think I'd learn after a while, but no. So the good news is, you're not alone. The bad news is, I'm keeping you company.

    (Oh--and I LOVE those little crocheted pumpkins and ghosts. Must find.)

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  5. Heee hee hee hee hee hee. Oops. This is why I always ask questions like, "In what context?" before answering broad questions such as that. Not that I have any personal experience with this sort of humiliation, nope.

    Like Brite, I shall remember to be very specific and detailed in requests for information in future.

    Also, I prefer bite-size 3 Musketeers. Just in case you needed to know. Like if you were going to, say, send me a present of candy.

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  6. Dirty boy, dirty boy! Please, just not in front of the parrot.

    I love those knitted critters.

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  7. I am trying to imagine the list of "everything" that you are into sir... and the mind boggles, I tells ya!
    Hey - what hours are you working these days?

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  8. Takes more than that to scare of real Canadiana men!

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  9. Word to what X said. In addition, I will not be specific when I ask you questions. You may answer whatever you wish. Just be prepared for my response. *AHEM*CANADIAN CRIPPLER*AHEM*

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  10. *snort* Oh, gp, that's so *snicker* embarrassing! You poor thing. *erupts in very suspicious coughing*

    Ah hell, who am I kidding? I do that all the time. (Like the time I was telling people that I thought 'Hollaback girl' was really 'whore or crack girl'. It wasn't until a day or two later that I realised that smiling older man at the next table was the new head of our department. Sadly, that basically set the tone for all our interactions.)

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