May 23, 2007 | Filed under: The California Adventure
No, I said a boy [space] friend. Not a boyfriend. Biiiiiig difference. I mean, I assume I’ll actually like someone I’m friends with.
In the last two years here I’ve managed to find myself some pretty solid girlfriends, for which I am eternally grateful. But my posse of guy friends? That has not yet materialized. Sure, there’s no shortage of men at work, but, honestly, that doesn’t cut it. I had dinner tonight with three of them, all 45, plus or minus. It was … nice, but … well, just not the same. People, we talked about their wives and children and summer vacation plans. I’m getting desperate here. I need more.
Wanted: Male(s), 25-35, for shooting the shit, drinking beer, non-stop verbal abuse and the occasional road trip. Must like sports. Ability to discuss taboo subjects such as politics, religion and how hot Britney used to be a plus. Race not important. Please be single or firmly established in a long-term relationship; no room for jealous girlfriends here. Bonus points for having hot, single friends and/or being a Chicago Bears/Bulls/Cubs/Sox fan. My respective Wisconsin teams will kick your ass. Serious inquiries only.
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Um … what? The last time I checked the only pro sports team in Wisconsin was The Pack … and I know a few Pop Warner teams here in NY that could take them. You sure you want hitch your wagon to *that* horse? I’m a reformed Dolphin fan, so I know what it’s like living in the glory days of yore. I’m not sayin’ you shouldn’t be fan … just don’t write checks that won’t be able to cash, that’s all.
As for the rest of your post, I’m all over it. Shooting the shit, verbal abuse, and taboo subjects are right up my alley. As is single, childless and vacation plan-less. The only problem is that my alley is 3000 miles away from your alley. The distance makes for some difficulty in pouring a tall frosty one.
May 27th, 2007 at 3:50 pm