the docta part 2- kill me
jb-am i dead yet
jb-cause if i'm not.....
jb-KILL ME!
alm-will do, can i wait til morning?
jb-def... as long as i can read the blog first!
alm-you got it!
so before we even got to palmer square we had a "where are you" phone call. we were meeting him at 10:30 and it was 10:35... seriously we're girls, we're gonna be at least five minutes late. so jb doesn't answer and we arrive 45 seconds later. so lets just start out by noting that the double date was only double on the female side. no honest matt... just the "docta" and his freakishly irritating personality!
convo was sports for the first ten or so… cool, at least that’s what these two have in common. (seriously, as i mentioned before this girl is sports obsessed in a recent im from her, "i think i'm on eof hte only girls on teh planet to ever tell a guy to stop kissing her cause it's fourth down!" and i know she’s not lyin.) then convo veers slightly towards something jb and i have in common (binding techniques… trust me this is interesting on some level). and building specifications are mentioned… which are basically mini books telling contractors how to build a building. jokingly we say "like anyone ever reads them," and the docta chimes in with a "well they’re probably all men and know how to build a building anyway." awkward pause as jb and i give each other a look to see if the other is hallucinating the same thing. "yeah i know that was a sexist comment, but it’s true!" awkward pause continues.
there are many awkward breaks in conversation as he mentions all the things we hate. his love for the dallas cowboys, his republican-ness, his insulting jersey girls and then us mentioning that we were both born and raised in this fine state, not to mention the fact that we know he’s lying about his profession. however without his oversized wingman there’s no hand off possible! so everyone lost on the pool for when jb would use the line "sorry, i don’t date doctas!" a tear and a moment of silence. it woulda been an awesome line…
it’s been a 13 hr work day and a 1hr dinner/bad date-ish kinda. this was worse than the big-bird episode and jb just noticed, they’re both named josh! a coincidence? i think not! no more joshes for us. so the 3.5" heeled boots, off. my tight jeans, off. signing off… to bed.
jb-cause if i'm not.....
jb-KILL ME!
alm-will do, can i wait til morning?
jb-def... as long as i can read the blog first!
alm-you got it!
so before we even got to palmer square we had a "where are you" phone call. we were meeting him at 10:30 and it was 10:35... seriously we're girls, we're gonna be at least five minutes late. so jb doesn't answer and we arrive 45 seconds later. so lets just start out by noting that the double date was only double on the female side. no honest matt... just the "docta" and his freakishly irritating personality!
convo was sports for the first ten or so… cool, at least that’s what these two have in common. (seriously, as i mentioned before this girl is sports obsessed in a recent im from her, "i think i'm on eof hte only girls on teh planet to ever tell a guy to stop kissing her cause it's fourth down!" and i know she’s not lyin.) then convo veers slightly towards something jb and i have in common (binding techniques… trust me this is interesting on some level). and building specifications are mentioned… which are basically mini books telling contractors how to build a building. jokingly we say "like anyone ever reads them," and the docta chimes in with a "well they’re probably all men and know how to build a building anyway." awkward pause as jb and i give each other a look to see if the other is hallucinating the same thing. "yeah i know that was a sexist comment, but it’s true!" awkward pause continues.
there are many awkward breaks in conversation as he mentions all the things we hate. his love for the dallas cowboys, his republican-ness, his insulting jersey girls and then us mentioning that we were both born and raised in this fine state, not to mention the fact that we know he’s lying about his profession. however without his oversized wingman there’s no hand off possible! so everyone lost on the pool for when jb would use the line "sorry, i don’t date doctas!" a tear and a moment of silence. it woulda been an awesome line…
it’s been a 13 hr work day and a 1hr dinner/bad date-ish kinda. this was worse than the big-bird episode and jb just noticed, they’re both named josh! a coincidence? i think not! no more joshes for us. so the 3.5" heeled boots, off. my tight jeans, off. signing off… to bed.
posted by alm at 11/03/2004
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