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Posted by karen_kay on October 19, 2006, at 9:57:49
it all started with what i thought to be a lovely dinner. just me, the boy and mr bob. fresh flowers on the table, the smell of lasagna (and lust) in the air (oh yes, it's a new harlequin romance, just like in those cheap grocery store books with fabio on the cover. his long blonde hair blowing in the wind, the younger, much younger brunette swooning in his arms, you get the idea).i looked into mr bob's eyes and saw hunger (he hadn't eaten in days you know. it was quite a trip he made to join me for dinner). he kept saying "good grief woman, can't you cook any faster? i replied "listen buddy, the directions on the banquet box say this frozen lasagna has to cook for 65 to 70 minutes. you want to eat it frozen?" he told me not to be so mean and i replied "i am what i am mr bob." (you'd think under these circumstances i'd find something more appropriate to call him than mr but old habits die hard.)
he finally said "let's jsut skip the dinner and go directly to dessert." i told him i hadn't prepared any dessert but i did have a roll of premade cookie dough in the refrigerator. i saw the disgust in his eyes and suggested the box o wine i had saved for a very special occassion. he seemed to like the idea. as i moved towards the pantry i heard banging and clanking. i turned around and saw mr bob had cleared the table and made himself comfortable by removing every stitch of clothing except his purple tie and tidy whities (oh i know you wear tidy whities mr bob and now everyone else does too).
and then it happened!!!! he started dancing. not a nice graceful dance, or even a sexy booty shake. it was more like his underpants were on fire and he was trying to put the fire out by shaking all of his limbs widly. i had to laugh (granted i can't dance either but good lord i know i don't look that bad when i try). and jsut as i started laughing that awful cackle of mine i saaw a tear well up in his left eye. i thought perhaps my cigarette smoke was causing this tear but i realized i had hurt his feelings (oh come on, you would've laughed at him too.). and i felt bad but i couldn't stop my laughing. he asked me to please be considerate of his feelings but how can i deny own feelings? he started to dress and i told him it wasn't necessary, he didn't have to go. i begged him to continue dancing (gosh, i haven't had a laugh like that in a while) but then he really let the tears go. i tried to blame stress, i tried to blame the wine i'd already drank before he arrived, i tried to blame a funny thought that i had but none of it worked. i'd lost him. he was on his way out the door and screamed "next time you invite me for dinner you better have it ready before i get here."
and that's it folks, this amy be the end of the affair i'm having with mr bob. he may never speak to me again, but i'll always have the memory of him in his tidy whities, dancing like a fool.
Posted by Jai Narayan on October 19, 2006, at 10:12:53
In reply to the purple tie incident, posted by karen_kay on October 19, 2006, at 9:57:49
dinner with mr bob. (sponge pants?)
I have developed a deep hunger for some lasagna.
you are quite a writer.
your cigarette wasn't the only thing smokin'
Posted by Phillipa on October 19, 2006, at 10:35:26
In reply to Re: the purple tie incident, posted by Jai Narayan on October 19, 2006, at 10:12:53
Sounds like a Danielle Steele novel. You could make a lot of money writing steemy novel. Love Phillipa
Posted by ClearSkies on October 19, 2006, at 10:41:12
In reply to the purple tie incident, posted by karen_kay on October 19, 2006, at 9:57:49
Thank you, thank you, KK!
CS
Posted by Lindenblüte on October 20, 2006, at 12:29:58
In reply to Re: the purple tie incident » karen_kay, posted by ClearSkies on October 19, 2006, at 10:41:12
Karen,
this is so very confusing.
your words were so vivid that i had a picture in my mind.
and now, with the picture and the words, and the smell of baking frozen lasagne... well, I'm worried that I may actually confuse this with something that actually happened to ME. I will no doubt get an odd, eerie feeling of deja vu next time... purple ties etc. are involved.
-Li
and he cried? That sounds... ? is this your life? your imagination? your fantasy? a t.v. show?
Posted by Jai Narayan on October 20, 2006, at 16:13:56
In reply to Re: the purple tie incident » ClearSkies, posted by Lindenblüte on October 20, 2006, at 12:29:58
Posted by karen_kay on October 23, 2006, at 12:35:19
In reply to Re: the purple tie incident » ClearSkies, posted by Lindenblüte on October 20, 2006, at 12:29:58
now, i'm not one to lie (especially about something as serious as this). i wouldn't have thought it eral myself, had it not been for the fact that it happened right here in my own dining room (and bathroom, but i left that part of the story out).
now, i have been known, from time to time, only out of neccesity, to steal otehr people's stories (only in cases involving alibis, dave matthews (i'll tell that story some other time but i'll jsut tell you that he enjoys happy endings in mrytle beach)and uncomfortable situations where i feel the need to say something.)
but, if you must steal my story, you better rehearse it in your head several times before telling it as fact. (and if you need pointers on doing that, let me know. i can help you out )
one more tip, add something to the story make it your own. add a certain scenario involving the purple tie and awkard hip thrusts.
Posted by Lindenblüte on October 23, 2006, at 12:41:04
In reply to i speak the truth.. *soft-core warning* ;) » Lindenblüte, posted by karen_kay on October 23, 2006, at 12:35:19
I see...
verrrrrry interrresting.
I will need abundant rehearsals. I will practice on my cat. She got to hear me defend my master's thesis too. At one point she looked at me blankly for a long moment and then proceeded to lick her own heinie.
I trust she'll have a similar reaction to the latest iteration of this tale.
Tell me more about the source of the story, or b-mail me if I'm a complete dumbo and you don't want to bore the bored board.
back to work.
-Li
Posted by karen_kay on October 23, 2006, at 13:36:51
In reply to Re: i speak the truth.. *soft-core warning* ;) » karen_kay, posted by Lindenblüte on October 23, 2006, at 12:41:04
my god, you're like my husband (who thinks he's a genius but turns out he's only highly intelligent. yes, we took the online iq tests together, with my sister.... now, i've been certain up to this point that i am in fact surrounded by dumbasses, but i guess the results prove wrong. i guess my sister and i have the exact same iq (and i know i would have beat her if i had actually taken 4 hours to take the test like she did and figured the ones out that i estimated on, but wouldn't they take the bore factor into account when calculating the results? turns out i'm not nearly as intelligent as i thought i was (like i seriously thought mensa would call me up after taking the test to tell me i scored the highest EVER!! same with lottery tickets. for some reason i honestly believe i'm going to win. my heart starts to beat really fast and i start thinking about what i'd buy right now (the state of indiana and montana and rename them kare kay and west karen kay... and everyone would be there jsut to entertain me. and they'd carry me around, my feet are to pretty to be bothered by walking... my god, i've reallyt gone off about something
enough about that, nowo what was i saying? oh, the big words. i'm not a frickin dictionary here. and i don't want to take the time to actually look the words up. yes, i get the idea of what those big words mean from the context but sometimes people are so vague it's hard to tell if they're using a big word for calling me clever or a complete idiot.
and i highly doubt you'll get much feedback from a cat. babies don't give good feedback... they either always laugh at what you say or cry. no in-between (oh, but my baby thinks i'm the funniest (looking?) thing in the word....
Posted by Lindenblüte on October 23, 2006, at 15:00:21
In reply to the big words.... » Lindenblüte, posted by karen_kay on October 23, 2006, at 13:36:51
Hmm. I don't think I'm a genius. I don't like to be thought of as a genius either. I think of myself as having expert knowledge of a few topics. But there's no reason why anybody else couldn't learn to be an expert in those topics, given the same time and effort that I put in to gain expertise.
IQ tests are kinda dumb, aren't they? I'm sorry that MENSA didn't come bustin' down your front door, but really- I've asked myself how belonging to this society would enrich my life. I think that babble provides plenty of intellectual stimulation. I wonder what kind of people would join MENSA. Are there yearly dues? Are there cookies at the meetings? Are there people there who might be trying to meet another IQ scorer to maximize the chances of creating the super-baby?
Whatever. IQ is SOOOOO overrated, in my opinion. I think the ability to have an interesting conversation is much more apropos to one's success and happiness.
story-telling, on the other hand-- now this is a talent which I admire greatly.
I worship at your precious feet, karen kay. I will not, however, submit to carrying you around the states of Indiana and Montana. 2 reasons. 1) I like to walk alone. 2) I like to walk in my own neighborhoods.
I'm sure you're delightful company, but what about the other porters of her majesty of the tender feet?
-Li
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