After I read my email about my boss asking me to show her husband around town, I thought to myself how the fuck could I have pressed the 'send' button right after I replied "Your husband is a good looking guy though I'm not a big fan of his hair".
Sometimes, I swear to God my fingers have a mind of their own. I just can't control them and they would move around in patterns to type out the exact difference of what I would have in mind. I guess I'm not the only one though. Everyone in my office have always wondered why ToyBoss's husband is the EXACT opposite of what they have imagined. Did her taste buds for men have an unhealthy mind of its own? A technically knowledged lady in her mid-30's, always attentive at work, always the first to catch anyone being a borebag and always the type of person who we all would know and love to accept that she's one hell of a lady. Now, she's a mother to the most adorable baby all of us in the office have ever held in our arms and then, *presto* we meet the sperm-owner of this product. Now, if this was a movie, this would be the part where you would have the needle of the record player stop the record from playing.
A five foot six incher with tons of hair and hippy jeans. Ok, I have nothing against hair but it's not really advisable for two types of men on this planet Earth to have THAT much hair:- Jews and Indians. Jew men and Indian men look way hotter clean shaven. And this caveman (ooh that's a good alias) is unacceptable. As he pranced around the room yesterday, I had a few thoughts in my head. Why is ToyBoss with caveman? Who could go to bed to have sex with a furball? Why can't people afford good jeans? Does he have BO? Is he actually the father of her baby?
Well, all thoughts disappeared FINALLY when he looked me in the eyes. There I stood, standing amazed at his eyes. I do not mean to sound biased but this caveman has got one of those eyes which you could just learn to love. Kind eyes, I call them. And he was uber friendly. Now, I see why ToyBoss loves caveman. And it makes me wonder how shallow we all have been. How unrealistically absorbed in the present we all are. How needles and chemicals get us tickets to better romance. How fucked up all of the above is.
I just know that once this caveman age, he'll still own that kind eyes and a smile that would attract anyone while we, on the other hand, find cheap surgeons on the internet to get rid of our wrinkles. Hmm.. now it makes me wonder... have I got any parts of my body which I can actually still own and use for good purposes when I get older than this..... time tells....
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