I Am Happy Today Because She Accepts My Dating: Part 3
Sorry, folks…busy, busy weekend (and Monday): Play practices, outings with the girls, church, multiple after-hours incidents at work, incessant calls from press representatives wanting interviews about my date. (“Wake Up, Bangalore!” wouldn’t take no for an answer.) The comments have been piling up, so I thought I’d take my lunch hour and respond to a few of them here.
Kate: Joy is me when I knowledge each gifts of Jobber’s Odd Lot live in forever with Happy DElight, so the snow is in the gentle flowerss of the cherry tree about the blossom not dead freezing it.
For those of you who are new here, Kate is referring to the origin of the title of these entries.
Kate: Grettir, it is time to admit once and for all that Keira Knightley is NOT in your skill set — SORRY — I meant age set (and that is NOT an insult). Legal or not… Jennifer Aniston? She is SOOO not Kate Beckinsale. Or Claire Forlani.
For those of you who are new here, “Kate” is really Jessica Biel, who can’t quite accept the fact that it’s over between us!
Move on, “Kate.” Move on…
apaperbackwriter: Okay, I am now reading this soap opera. But the characters are unbelievable. I mean, really — an eligible male remaining single in UTAH (hello, people — marriage capital of the world!) for 4 years?! No, no, no. You must give your audience a reason. He’s an ex-convict? He’s missing half his face? Or — dare we suggest such an abberation — he’s a democrat?
Actually, I think being a facially-challenged Democratic ex-convict would make things easier. (And there’s the added benefit of being able to claim the “single male facially-challenged Democratic ex-convict” exemption on my Utah state taxes.)
brent: I will note with some impatience that it is tomorrow now…
Please keep in mind that all references to time on this site are based on SPT (Single Parent Time). In SPT, the day doesn’t begin until the kids are bathed and in bed and the first load of laundry is in the washing machine (roughly 23:00 MDT).
So, as long as I finish it by 06:30 MDT the following morning, it still counts as “today” in SPT.
chronicler: Oh to be a fly on the wall at Chilis! Well, there were probably of few of them, but they don’t or won’t talk.
Who needs flies when you have sisters with bugs? From what I can tell, Kim’s four sisters arrived at Chili’s an hour before we did, wired our booth for sound, and were staked out in a van in the parking lot by the time we arrived. Meanwhile, my two younger sisters, having chloroformed two members of the kitchen staff, embedded wireless microphones in the guacamole before they sent our plates out.
Fortunately for us, the excessive amount of surveillance equipment in the room created so much RF interference that nobody was able to pick up a word we said.
Christine: Chili’s is her favorite? You both need to get out more.
I agree. Chili’s is so bourgeois. I would have preferred Chuck E. Cheese, but I usually save the ball pit for the second date.
Deborah Gamble: Kim is “hysterically funny”? We laugh at her jokes because we are family and it is the polite thing to do. Kimmy? Funny? Who knew?
Well, not funny ha ha. For instance, I thought her retelling of the classic “A Libertarian, a supermodel, and a marmoset walk into a bar…” was pedestrian, at best.
I was referring more to her delightfully droll take on life, which is both straightforward and oblique, modernist and postmodern, prosaic and piquant. Her wry observations on the day-to-day struggles of the single parent household had me in stitches for most of the afternoon. And when she started doing her spot-on impersonation of former German Chancellor Helmut Kohl trying to put his kids to bed, I almost wet myself.
I’m just saying, maybe it’s the audience…
Kim: It is quite evident we have scared this poor man. He must be feeling stalked to have said the things he said.
That’s not true. I would have said the things I said even if Ms. Gamble hadn’t been peering over my shoulder as I typed. As I mentioned to you earlier, I’m sure there were many people who were disappointed with my description of the events, but I think the level of expectation had been set so high that I could have written Pride and Prejudice and people still would have complained that it lacked romantic tension.
Jack: And? Once again, still not saying much.
I was thinking of your “So many words typed and so little said” slogan. I wanted to see if the inverse was also true: “So few words typed and so much said.”
chronicler: You must be the most agreeable guy on the planet and to think someone threw you back is beyond me.
Don’t kid yourself, I’m a crotchety old coot. As for someone “throwing me back,” I’m not sure I like these fish metaphors. People might jump to unflattering conclusions about my kissing.
ames: Thank you, Kim, for making Grettir’s first date in a LOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGGG time a positive experience. We now have ammunition when trying to convince him that “getting out more” might just be a positive thing.
If by “getting out more” you mean “every four years,” then I agree. It’s like the Olympics: The subject of worldwide anticipation, heavily covered in the press, and everyone always feels a little let down by the host country’s performance.
Comments
apaperbackwriter
First of all, I am truly honored to have had a posted response to my comment. But also, let me assure you that the “facially-challenged Democratic ex-convict” isn’t so far off from what’s out there in the wide world of over-40 males. Let’s see: I once had a date with a guy who could talk about nothing but hockey. And then there was the guy who worked for the Kingston clan…..
Oh my.
Nice logo, too. However, if my calculations are correct, you’re due for your next date in 2011. I’ll try to remember to drop by the blog to read about that one, too.
Kim
Grettir,
1. You could have just said YES, she is hysterically funny! No need to be honest there. My sisters may have begun to think there is more than one thing they are not right about! Drat!
2. I don’t think I ever said Chili’s was my favorite. I have to agree that Chuck E Cheese would have been a better pick! In fact… I should make it back to the land of Utah in four years. 2011… Chuck E Cheese?
Deborah Gamble
Part Three? We (often meaning Kim’s sisters, unless otherwise noted) were not expecting, yet were pleasantly surprised with, Part Three.
And I must add, lest your readership be led astray, Kim’s impressions of anyone, especially those of Germanic descent, are not the least bit funny. Certainly not to the point of nearly wetting one’s self. Good grief!
Kate
Despite my considerable fondness for the “Olympic” logo you have created, I am baffled, perplexed, discombobulated and UTTERLY FLUMMOXED.
WHO AM I? I have mused about this conundrum briefly (for ME - whoever I may be) here.
Kate
Even though I am pondering the great confusion regarding my identity, WHOEVER I am would like to assert that ANY impersonation of former German Chancellor Helmut Kohl, especially pictured in a domestic setting, spot-on or otherwise, is inherently knee-splitting, gut-busting and side-splitting.
I, too, might wet myself in such a situation (that is to say, if I knew who I was). “Kate” is well over a decade older than “Jessica Biel” and, as a result of “getting on in years,” might have less control over her bladder.”
And had “Kate” ever born a child there is NO DOUBT WHATSOVER that she would wet herself at such an uproariously comical demonstration. Alas, she only has adopted Kitten Children. “Jessica Biel” is childless thus far, I or we believe.
chronicler
I am back after a whirlwind Disneyland tour of SoCal. I thought I was too tired to do anything once we arrived here at the homestead. I found out, and was quite surprised by it, that I do still do have the energy to smile. Thank you Grettir! ;-D
Kimball
Imagine my surprise after arriving home following several weeks of incessant business travel only to learn that my dear brother has administered a compound fracture to his “No, thank you” dating mantra!? What has become of him?! What will become of us?! I must leave town again at once. And not a moment too soon.