It has come to my attention that not everyone is doing well in the love arena. I found this both disappointing and entertaining. Disappointing because I am a romantic at heart. Entertaining because when it doesn’t work out, there is often a good story or broom behind it.
Sleepless was telling me some interesting date requests that she has received as of late. Both were received electronically, neither were ‘verbally’ exchanged. The first request was sent via email,” We need to lunch. I can bring my secretary.” We were both confused by the latter part of the request but finally agreed the secretary’s participation would be solely related to dictation. The second request was from a different suitor and came via text, “I’m happy to do lunch, dinner, coffee…snacks…drink…maybe even drive-thru if I’m that bad.” We both appreciated the quick and easy drive-thru option.
Until we hit the karaoke bar, I hadn’t really had any ‘date’ options. Harmonize was at the bar, by himself, with a tambourine and was frequently offering to ‘harmonize’ while we sang. As Sleepless and I were at the bar enjoying a lovely conversation with Giddy Up, Harmonize approached me, showed me his karaoke request, and said, “I was going to sing this song anyway, but now I’m going to dedicate it to you.” Long Cool Woman, with a tambourine, was what I got – as an afterthought, but a thought nonetheless.
KJ soon joined us at the bar and began talking about midgets. “I can’t stand ’em right now,” he told us. Sleepless and I thought that was a bit harsh, so we questioned his feelings. “My girlfriend had a thing for ’em. Saw one doing stand-up at a comedy bar and slept with him.” “Wow,” we replied in unison, but I couldn’t stop there, “You should tell her you have very little patience for that kind of behavior.” “We broke up,” KJ informed us. “Good idea,” I said and added, “Sounds like she was short on love.”