I know I said I’d write a bunch on endangered, discovered and extinct species of animals, but I have to tell you about this guy I recently met and who I almost fell for. I met him at the coffee shop. Jeez, that coffee shop is like some kind of mating hole. I meet everyone there.
So, I was sitting with a cappa-frappa-dappa-cino (or whatever you call it), working on my laptop. I guess I'm so used to being in an office, I can't be in my home for too many hours in a row so I take my work to the coffee shop. Anyway, the place was pretty packed so this guy asked if he could share my table. I let him because he was cute. No he was handsome. No, he was hot. Not that I wouldn't let anyone else, but this was bonus. So he starts talking to me and it turns out he's a marine biologist! I couldn't believe it. We were talking and talking about all the different fish out there, the latest on sharks, and so on. I literally jumped the gun and started daydreaming while he was talking to me. I was thinking about what his wedding would be like. Would he get married on the beach? In a boat? Maybe scuba diving.
But of course none of this kind of stuff works out. And here's why this one didn't. He started to confess to me that the reason he's a marine biologist was that he's always felt like he might actually be a fish. He has dreamt of fish his whole life. He doesn’t even eat seafood. And he swims at least 3 HOURS every morning. He showed me all the different fish tattoos he has on his arms and legs. He said there were more and he could show them to me "another time." The way he spoke about this obsession with fish was creepy. Mainly because he was dead serious when he said he was convinced that he was a fish in his past life and that he's meditating every day so that in his next life, he'll return to the form of a fish. Here’s the kicker: he said he could only be with someone who wasn't a predator. That she'd have to be on equal level as him, the same kind of fish. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.
I’m no fish. I'm more of a cougar than anything.
I gave him my wrong phone number. I hope he doesn't come back to the coffee shop.
So, I was sitting with a cappa-frappa-dappa-cino (or whatever you call it), working on my laptop. I guess I'm so used to being in an office, I can't be in my home for too many hours in a row so I take my work to the coffee shop. Anyway, the place was pretty packed so this guy asked if he could share my table. I let him because he was cute. No he was handsome. No, he was hot. Not that I wouldn't let anyone else, but this was bonus. So he starts talking to me and it turns out he's a marine biologist! I couldn't believe it. We were talking and talking about all the different fish out there, the latest on sharks, and so on. I literally jumped the gun and started daydreaming while he was talking to me. I was thinking about what his wedding would be like. Would he get married on the beach? In a boat? Maybe scuba diving.
But of course none of this kind of stuff works out. And here's why this one didn't. He started to confess to me that the reason he's a marine biologist was that he's always felt like he might actually be a fish. He has dreamt of fish his whole life. He doesn’t even eat seafood. And he swims at least 3 HOURS every morning. He showed me all the different fish tattoos he has on his arms and legs. He said there were more and he could show them to me "another time." The way he spoke about this obsession with fish was creepy. Mainly because he was dead serious when he said he was convinced that he was a fish in his past life and that he's meditating every day so that in his next life, he'll return to the form of a fish. Here’s the kicker: he said he could only be with someone who wasn't a predator. That she'd have to be on equal level as him, the same kind of fish. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.
I’m no fish. I'm more of a cougar than anything.
I gave him my wrong phone number. I hope he doesn't come back to the coffee shop.
