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This is a complex section to fill out in so many words, to capture our essence, our spirit in a few lines. I asked a friend of mine to write something up for me and here it is.... LIke she was writing a friend.---Hope you’re doing well. Know things didn’t end so great with Greg a few months back but, honestly, how could they not? The man had two kids in and out of county for constantly stealing enema kits from the drug store. That pathology wasn’t born in a vacuum, you know? One day, they’re gonna kill him in his sleep and you don’t want any parts of that. I think you dodged a (literal) bullet there. So, anyway, look. We have that formal benefit coming up for the Hydrocephalitis Foundation in June and I know you’d prefer to go with a date rather than sit there all night with me talking about my sick cats and menopausal issues. I wonder if you’d consider meeting my friend and getting to know him? I met him last summer when he and his partner came in to work to bid on doing our website. I didn’t expect much considering the last local guy to come in was somewhat of a turd who still seemed to think an AOL chat room was cutting-edge technology. Since you know I have no patience for “professional conduct,” I think I was pretty straightforward with him – and made some jokes and cursed like I always do to feel people out to see they have any tangible communication skills. What’s weird is that this guy totally engaged on our level. He wasn’t falling back on the “nod and smile” grin**** routine I find so utterly loathsome, but pushing back and challenging me. Who does that? Most men are pussies in that department – desperate to say or do or agree to anything to get a job, including not pissing off the crazy person interviewing them. But this guy had a sense of confidence that was massively impressive. That’s a skill not easily learned.Yes, he’s good looking and quietly sexy. He reminds me of the guy you’d meet at your cousin’s wedding who’d ask you to dance to that godforsaken Eric Clapton song, “Wonderful Tonight.” You don’t really want to dance with this guy, and you ****ing hate this song, but you have to get away from your drunk mother who, after 30 years, is still crying over how your father forgot their second anniversary and he’s your only out at the moment. So after some banal chit chat (“God isn’t the liquor low end at this place?” “Your cousin Jerry is a real nutsack, isn’t he?”), he positions your bodies just so and you start slowly dancing in that closed circle, and, just as Clapton starts in on the first chorus, he whispers something in your ear about how he noticed you from across the room. You relax, forget about your insane mother, and the song becomes somewhat less and less barf-worthy as he positions his hand on just the right place on the small of your back – that place that makes you squirm, but in the best kind of way. He holds you just a little tighter (but not in any vulgar sort of way like your drunk uncle) and kisses you sweetly near your ear when the song ends. Yeah. That’s what he strikes me as. THAT GUY. On the other hand, he seems like a wise-ass like your brother, too. So I imagine you might want to punch him in the face as well. It could go either way. Anyway, I can’t make any guarantees you’ll like him – but I do. Hard feat to accomplish. Let me know.I have his number. It's flattering for certain, does it capture your interest?So, that's it.. Love cooking. Great conversations and new places. Sarcasm is enjoyed, humor a must. I'll make you dinner. Quiet. Relaxing. Intriguing. If we don't click, we still had a good dinner and one more story to tell our friends. Ok ok. I guess the percentage of male creepers is higher than I expected. Yes to coffee or something public.
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