nuts by association
i always figured that i would be pretty impossible to date... some crazy idiosyncracy of mine is bound to drive even the most patient of persons mad. so in this gross generalization of my own behavior, i never thought to take into account that maybe it's not me that's so impossible...? observe...

exhibit a: an email sent from a certain flamboyant friend o' mine to T-man...
"Hey T... I know you're dating my friend Britt, but since you're not *official* yet, I thought I'd put in my bid. I think we'd mesh really well together, especially after seeing the pirate picture. Call me! XOXO - jeff"
i find it necessary to insert a public service announcement here: jeffrey takes triple-dog-dares very seriously.

exhibit b: a conversation with the mother...
m: "...and i told him T is into cars..."
b: "yeah... WAIT. i never told you that... ... mom, did you google T?!"
m: "i don't know what that means."
b: "did you put his name into an internet search engine and read what came up? hobbies, interests, fbi's most wanted, etc?..."
m: "no, i don't know what you're talking about. i used dogpile."

jeeeeeeeeez. at least T has a fanTAStic sense of humor about all of this. i guess he'd have to; otherwise he wouldn't last too long at all.
current mood: shhhh, i'm trying to hide!