A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum

2 Apr

And by “forum” I mean “my sister’s house”.  The neighborhood fire station is on the way to my sister’s house.  Passing the station is always a good time, mainly because I have a special place in my “heart” for firemen.  They are hot and I want them to put my fire out with their “hoses”.  On Saturday, the fire station was holding one of it’s countless “Fill the Boot” fundraisers.  Essentially a bunch of them stand around and intersection and come running over to you with their big old boots and ask you for money.  Again, I don’t mind as long as it’s a hot one.

This time around, the hot one was on the other side of the street so I thought, “Too bad for them.  They get no money.”  Then I hit the red light and I was the first one at the intersection.  Darn it.  So much for my cheap ass ways.  I grabbed my handbag and started looking for money while one of the firefighters started making his way over to my car.  As I rolled the window down and we started chatting, I realized he looked awfully familiar. 

  • CS: You work at Ixia, don’t you?
  • Him: That’s right.  I’m the guy at the nitro bar.
  • CS: God, I love that place.
  • Him: You take pictures and write a blog.
  • CS: [completely dumbfounded]  Uh, that’s right.  I do.

Thankfully the light turned green before he could say anything else. 

Here’s my question: How did he freaking know that??  How??  It’s not like I announce myself where ever I go.  It’s kind of freaking that he knew me.  Now, if he was someone nice that happened to see me at the Junior League Boutique sale the other day, that’s different.  Said person would be pleasant and I would have been delighted to chat it up with her-if she had come up to me and said something.  Not that any of that happened, I’m just saying.  Anyway, the fact that he knew me freaked me out. 

I had to make an important decision: no more Ixia for me on a Saturday night.  That’s the night he mans the nitro bar and I don’t want him spitting in my $15 drinks!

12 Responses to “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum”

  1. Del-v April 2, 2008 at 5:54 am #

    I’ve been to Ixia a million times and still haven’t run into you.

    You haven’t seen me because I haven’t been in about 6 months. -CS

  2. Suze April 2, 2008 at 6:30 am #

    Oh I love a fireman with a boot. Without a shirt too.

    And wearing those suspenders. Yum! -CS

  3. Simple Mindz April 2, 2008 at 6:51 am #

    That IS really creepy.

    Did it give you nightmares? -CS

  4. Foxy Luv April 2, 2008 at 3:50 pm #

    GASP! How did he know you?!

    OMG – I am freaked out too!

    Aren’t you supposed to be dying in bed, missy? You’re too sick to be commenting. Go back to bed immediately if not sooner. Right now! -CS

  5. Lady Jaye April 2, 2008 at 4:29 pm #

    mmm Firemen…you should have posted pictures…lol

    Didn’t take any. Plus the hot ones were too far away. -CS

  6. Meg April 2, 2008 at 4:58 pm #

    I’m so starved for attention, I’d go there–spit and all.

    I’ll totally pay attention to you. Just let me know where you’re going to be and I’ll stalk you and then run up to you to ask for an autograph! -CS

  7. Amadeo April 2, 2008 at 5:46 pm #

    You’re thinking about it wrong…
    First it’s Baltimore so instead of 6 there are about 2 degrees of separation.

    Second, It’s easy to find stuff on the interwebs.

    Third, you should imagine him sitting around with his fellow firefighters after the work out saying, “This woman should not be lonely…spread out amongst the city gents, someone must date her!”

    They do call it Small-timore for a reason.

    But you can’t find out that much stuff! Seriously, you’d have to do a lot of research. I like to pretend I’ve done a nice job of hiding my identity. There are only a few people that have seen my face, have my number, and now my real name. Wait a second.

    Don’t I freaking wish. -CS

  8. One Date Wonder April 2, 2008 at 6:54 pm #

    Dammit, now I want to hang out with you more. Mostly because I read about the cocktails and not so much before the fireman knew you. But that’s not the point.

    We should go drinking together. That’s the point.

    You know what? This sounds like an absolutely fabulous idea to me. . . -CS

  9. Andrew April 2, 2008 at 8:07 pm #

    “How?? It’s not like I announce myself where ever I go.”

    Oh puhleeze, I could hear you from the other side of Wegman’s last night. “yes, yes give me one of those chocolate cakes covered in strawberries. I have a blopg you know, a very popular blog, read by lots of influential and beautiful people. Don’t have the internet, don’t worry you can read it at the library, her let me right down the address for you”….”Yes, a bottle of the 2008 Mad Dog Shiraz please and some of that almond coverec dipping cheese..did you know I have a blog…..”

    I could still hear you while I was peeling off the parking lot in my orange Mustang.

    What’s a blopg? -CS

  10. pistols at dawn April 2, 2008 at 9:59 pm #

    Yes, I can’t imagine what you’ve done recently that might make you more popular or known to single men in Balti-

    Oh, wait, that’s right, I do remember: you were seen on the town with me.

    You’re not telling everyone that you did and “marked” me [by giving me the herp], are you? -CS

  11. Ginormous Boobs April 2, 2008 at 11:22 pm #

    Is it sick that I find firemen incredibly hot?

    Oh wait…here’s the sick part…my dad is a retired fireman.

    No, it’s not sick. If you thought your dad was hot, then we’d have to sit down and stage an intervention. -CS

  12. Nonsocial April 5, 2008 at 1:21 am #

    I’ve been a fireman for 16 years and I’ve never seen that “firemen are so hot!” reaction from any woman. I guess I’m not so hot.

    We try to hide it so you don’t think we’re all delusional stalkers. -CS

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