There are times when my own stupidity surprises me. Why oh why do I put myself in these situations? WHY??
A few weeks ago a new friend of mine told me she wanted to set me up with a friend of hers. I trusted her to know me well enough to have an idea as to whether/not this would be a good idea, so I said yes. She gave him my contact information and the next day I had an email from him. Nothing out of this world, but nice enough. I responded. He asked if I might like to meet for drinks, and Boom Boom encouraged me to take a chance, so once again I said yes.
The day after I told him yes it occurred to me that I hadn’t seen a picture of this guy and I asked my friend to hunt one down. You can imagine my dismay when she sent me a picture of the King of Queens with a goatee and mom jeans. UGH?? WTF?? Seriously, is this what she thinks I like? I clearly stated that I am very much into the wrapping and don’t always care about the substance – which is probably why most of my relationships have failed.
Now I’m stuck having drinks with Mom Jeans. Tonight.
I hate myself.