A few years ago the guy I'd been seeing for a handful of months tells me he has a surprise for me.
Ooo, yay. I like surprises. He had written me a poem. (all the ladies go "aw" now, please) Looking deeply into my eyes, he began to recite.
Oh.
My.
Word.
I must've looked something like this:
because the man actually made mention of my "good hygiene" and brought up the fact that I am "well-groomed" twice in his amorous rhyme. He also said several times that I smelled "irresistible."
Seriously? You're smitten with my grooming habits?
Gentlemen, I wouldn't pursue this avenue of affection if I were you. Trust me . . . I have great hygiene. (At least that's the word on the street.)
5 comments:
I love it! Share all the ex drama with us!! Actually I hear that Shakespeare wrote a number of sonnets about the importance and thrill of good hygeine...they must have mysteriously been edited out of his collected works:)
I love that you picked House to embody your look of confused disdain. I can think of no one better.
Creee-py.
My immediate reaction? Just check the last panel of this Something Positive.
Yes. I am a bastard. I know this and am okay with it!
um. i'm speechless. about the poem, anyway. but i wanted to say that i love your blog. you, my friend, are hilarious. :)
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