According to my yahoo in-box, apparently a glut of young women is looking for me and my similarly-aged brethren.
Why are they looking for us? Are we lost? Did I forget something and they'd like to return it? Do they want to tell me a secret?
Do they want to find us so that they can point their young fingers at us, laughing and ridiculing our saggy middles and graying hairlines? Will they park outside my home and blast their "hip-hop" while crazily Running Man-ing and Cabbage Patching all over my front lawn?
Do they want to roll their eyes at me? Spend my money? Drive my car?
Are they looking to engage me in, like conversation about, like whatever? Do they want to scorn my texting skills, my dance moves, my love of "classic rock?" Maybe they want to laugh at how I screw up the lyrics in the "new" songs, or the fact that I don't own an IPod.
Well, whatever it is, they certainly are persistent. Everyday I'm reminded that they're out there, and that they want me.
They want me to buy them booze, don't they?
you should move to illinois. i bet they won't find you there!
Posted by: natalie | June 27, 2009 at 06:45 PM
Whoever is looking for you apparently also thinks that I need a penis extention.
Posted by: hossangel | July 06, 2009 at 12:51 PM