Of course, after I let it slip, the first thing he asked me was what do I write about? My only reply I could think of was, “Stuff”. He asked me what exactly did I mean by stuff, because that answer was quite vague. I told him it’s usually whatever is on my mind at the time, anything from people I may encounter, work, things I may have saw on the news or read in the newspaper. His next question was if I wrote about men.
(insert awkward silence)
Now, I could have answered this question a number of ways. Truthfully, by telling him that occasionally I may write about people I’ve come across in general, not just men. Or, I could have told him, “Of course not, I don’t divulge information about my personal life”. Well, I guess depending on the way you look at it, both of those answers are true.
As predicted, he asked if I wrote about him (he’s an egotistical man) and I told him no and that I doubt I would. He asked what was the last thing I wrote about, and I told him it was about a man’s (f?ng’k?) feet. At this point, I’m wishing he would change the subject because I could already tell where this was going.
“Well you wrote about a man’s feet, Who was this man? And you couldn’t write about me?”
(as you can tell he’s quite predictable and likes to have his ego stroked)
Truth be told, I let him know that I was actually going to write about him in regards to the fact that I think men who own cats are ’suspect’ to me. Needless to say, he didn’t like that answer or sense my use of sarcasm.
(Actually, I do find men who own cat(s) quite weird)
Once again I tried to switch the subject, but before I could, he asked the one question I hate answering when it comes to my blog and friends who don’t know about it.
“Well what’s the name of this blog of yours? I want to read it”.
S L O W your roll, buddy.
Many have asked, even more haven’t received an answer. I love the anonymity of hiding behind the moniker, (f?ng’k?) [blak] [chik], especially when it comes to not divulging it to other people that may possibly become a victim of a ‘drive by blog post’.
I didn’t tell him how to find my blog and he became somewhat offended.
“Oh, I’m not special enough?”, he asks.
“Is that a rhetorical question, especially since I haven’t known you that long?”
(insert dial tone)
Yeah, that ass hung up on me. All because I wouldn’t tell him what the name of my blog was. If he knew me well enough he’d know that I’m somewhat a private person, even down to the fact that when he asked me what my last name was, I gave him the wrong one, well not exactly wrong, but my mother’s maiden name.
So at this point, he’d be happy to know that he has now been immortalized in a blog, but I guess he’ll never find out since he decided to rudely hang up on me. That sealed the deal on him not ever hearing from me again. Boy do I hate egotistical men who need constant stroking.
