I’m pretty sure I’ve been on more Blind Dates than anyone else who ever lived. (I wonder if there is a category for this in the Guinness Book of World Records?? I should have been formally documenting each of these events.) One of the classics was thanks to my parents telling their friends, “Of course, she loves to be lined up,” or something like that.
My parent’s friends are actually really great, so I agreed (after the fact) to go. Their single friend called me and we arranged to meet in a parking lot half-way between where we each lived. When I pulled into the parking lot, I was to look for a black truck. I wondered about finding him because it was a large parking lot, but I didn’t need to fear. His was the largest truck for miles – one of those massive things with huge tires. As I pulled around behind the truck to park in a nearby stall, I glanced at the license plate. There in large letters: ELK-O-HOLIC. Yep.
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I hope he was burly.
Sadly, no. Also - he lacked the essential country boy fashion accessories: no cowboy boots or hat. Big mistake. :)
I guess it could be worse - he could have had antlers on the hood of his truck!
I'm offended. I cannot believe that you would make fun of my license plate. I'm sorry we didn't work out. On second thought, no I'm not.
-Elk-A-Holic's Anonymous
After reading your blog through, I think deep down you have a phobia of being married or being with a man. There is no way a cute girl like yourself could still be single so there is something that needs addressing inside that you wouldn't find somebody who would take you for a wife. Your list of requirements is good if you were like 20 but if your in your late
30's you have no room for pickyness. Either you will meet someone who has children and is divorced or you will meet a guy who has been single like you and those guys are extremely wierd! Just my oppinion honey, you need to NOT be so picky and take any guy at this point who shows any interest in you if you want to have any children someday or you'll die single. Have a good day!
Hey! Who is saying I'm in my late 30's?? My last birthday cake had a "27" on it. (Of course, so did the one before that and the one before that and . . . )
Dear anonymous
Dying single is nothing compared to living your life with a man who wears moon boots. You'd have to leave him at home. Raybee - hold out for someone good. If you get tempted by something inferior, just recall the sound of those soft, squishy moon boots caressing your employer's floor and RUN!
So was he addicated to elk, to alcohol, or to both?
It's like I always say, "I can't get me enough of them elk."
Don't know really. I do remember that we ate at a Mexican restaurant where the salsa was in ketchup bottles. It confused my taste buds.
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