Wow. I have been away for a bit but now I feel compelled to write something. Mostly because the nice lady I met at the bar said she might have a woman for me and I well..you know.
Don't wanna say it's been a while but it has. I got dust in places a man ought not to have dust.
I'm not even sure I remember the rules of dating. There are rules right? Do people still run the bases? Is second base still a destination?
The nice lady said her friend was looking for someone with a sense of humor. Why she thought I'd be a good fit is baffling. I do admit sometimes I get laughs but they don't always occur when I want. Face it there are times when a guy doesn't want laughter at all.
Like when I'm tossing the salad (not a euphemism) and she cracks up over my "cute little wiggle" as I hoist the tongs. Wiggle? What am I a rabbit?
In her mind suddenly I'm a little bunny. That's not a good time for laughter. What's sexy about a bunny?
Yeah that figures. Why am I not surprised you went there?
Honestly sometimes there's just no talking to you people. I say bunny so you automatically think about scantily clad women.
Not until at least fourth base.
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