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well the other evening i was bored, so i did a search on match. 5'9-6'4, blue eyes, brown hair, 29-33yrs, within 30 miles of me. i'm going through the list and all of a sudden i see a familiar face. i start cracking up. Jayson was on there. (my bro's friend, the one my ex referred to as a "fat faced motherfucker") i call brock & mom and tell them both. mom laughs, brock doesnt seem that amused. anyway so i sent Jayson a wink just to let him know that i saw his profile. the next day (wed) i get this email from match. Holy Crap!!! I totally forgot about this ad!!! How are you? Did you really move to Irving? Your brother said you might but I hadn't heard anything more on it... here's my email: XXXXXXX here's my cell: XXXXXXX here's my home: XXXXXXX Call me and I'll take you around... Oh, and you have WAY more positives than what you list. Laters. Jayson anyway i call him. we talked on the phone. kelly was out w/ john. shortly after kelly got back from her bad date, i got off the phone. we had been on the phone for 3 hours. chris & darby are the only 2 other guys with whom i can talk that long. i was surprised he stayed on the phone that long. we talked about match and our ideal mates. we jokingly decided to get married. other than the fact that i'm just not at all physically attracted to him, he does have all the traits i desire, including the weird things like being good at algebra, cal & trig. and i of course fit his ideal:P **** ok so yesterday, i walk in the door and kelly says "john will be here in 45 minutes." i dont know what that statement meant but i took as a sign to get out and leave them alone so they could talk. al my friends are like a 45min drive away & i'm broke and have no gas. so i call jayson. m: are you busy?" j: no, not all m: can you babysit me? j: aww, are you bored? m: well its not so much that as it is that kelly is expecting company... so he picks me up and we went to BD's Mongolian BBQ (i LOVE mongolian BBQ) and then went to his apt and watched Spanglish. (good movie btw) at dinner i of course had to call him on his bullshit. he said that he forgot he had match, but in order to email you have to pay. that crazy boy paid $30 so that he could email me, because he didnt want to ask brock for my number. silly man, in his head it was just easier. we are sitting at his place, i make myself comfortable on the couch- kick my shoes off grab the throw. the chair is his seat. i'm all comfortable and sitting there w/ his shoes on m: jason how can you be comfortable w/ your shoes still on? j: i'm not really m: well, take your shoes off silly. i've seen your ugly feet (he has tiny flat square feet) j laughs: thank you for not saying they're cute. i hate when girls tell me that. m: cute?! somebody told ya you have cute feet? they lied to you. you have ugly feet, you have flintstone feet...all feet are ugly. j taking his shoes off: not all feet, i've seen pretty feet. i've had a cough for over week now, its a nasty cough. he tells me "ordinarily i'd say you are pretty good looking but that cough just kills it" he got me a bottle of nyquil "take this now, if you are still sick when i get back into town on sunday i'm taking your ass to the doctor" its too bad i dont find him the least bit attractive...actually, i guess its too bad i'm a shallow person. he has a fat face, short stumpy legs, a big gut and UGLY feet. blehk Post a comment in response: |
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