alecto - your little bluejay (pollytrance) wrote,
alecto - your little bluejay

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Something Rather Strange... In The Woodshed

A while ago, I was at Best Buy and I was very cranky without my cloves, so hellfire rained down from the sky and I cornered this poor tech that worked there and made him help me like his life depended on it.

I started spouting useless things and it popped out that I needed a new computer so that I could be a writer and succeed in my endeavour. He told me that he too had ambitions of becoming a writer. I was taking note of exactly what I wanted my hard drive to be and shrugged this off as conversation. He suggested that we trade URL's in order to see each other's work.

He looked at mine, and I have yet to look at his. He wrote me an email detailing his thoughts on my writing, which was very complimentary indeed. I wasn't sure how old he was, but I know now that he is at least in his mid-twenties.

I also found out that he was married. You know how I found this out? His wife emailed me and invited me to dinner with him and "the kids". She said something along the lines of, "I'm glad my husband has a new friend and I would love to meet you. So would the kids. Michael is 9 and Nicole is 3. I can't wait to see you in person." And then this is how she signed it " -jean (wife)".

Hello? I'm not trying to wreck your marriage or even pursue friendship with your husband. He just happened to catch me on a bad day and my running mouth was the result of it. I wrote her back some sickeningly sweet reply like, "I would love to have dinner with you guys! We should all go to Fresh Choice!". No way am I going to some house of some woman who up until last night I didn't even know existed.

I should just keep my mouth shut.

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