I was talking to the first guy I ever met while doing the actual online dating thing. We NEVER dated, became fast friends and still are. For those of you who don't know Mikey, let me remind you of exactly who he is. One afternoon he was over at the house, chatting with myself and my mom, while I was looking something up on the computer - I being me had a background of me on it. Mikey cracks a joke about me just wanting to look at my girls, with mom responding... On that note, don't you think my daughter needs a breast reduction? I've never seen that boy speechless.
So! We were chatting last night as he was curious how to tell if you have an allergic reaction (apparently I look like a doctor now???) and he asked about graduation... finding out the boy met the family and two of the besties. There may or may not be a pic on facebook where I noted that the boy looks like he has a pornstache.
Mikey: Did the pornstached boytoy run away screaming?
Me: Nooooooo. He stayed.
Mikey: Why? Did you have a leash on him? Or just a gps tracker? Maybe a self-destruct bomb in his skull if he runs?
Me: Well, somebody's inventive!
And there you have it ladies and gents, nobody can stay with me unless I have them under lock and key.
Actually... this really isn't a bad idea...
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