In which I make questions up, ask them of myself, and answer them, just to have something to say….
1. Why do you choose to read a particular person’s blog?
Confession: I read a lot of blogs, even though I don’t always leave a comment. In fact, if you’ve ever left a comment on my blog, I’ve most likely read yours and subscribed. It’s a sickness, this addiction to the Google Reader Subscribe button.
I read some blogs because I get tired of spaghetti and meatballs and I want inspiration in the kitchen department (or I just text Whimzie and see what she’s doing). I read some blogs because they provoke me with their opinions with which I may or may not agree. I read others because I in-real-life know the women behind the words and I like to know the daily-ness of what’s going on with them because we don’t see each other that often. I read others because I think they’re good writers and I like to study their particular style to learn how and why it works. I read some because they make me laugh.
And some blogs I read simply because I’m fascinated by the train wreck.
2. Sus, do you like grape or strawberry jelly on your peanut butter sandwich?
I’m going to go out on a limb and say “neither”. Yes, I know I gave myself two options that I didn’t even choose, but that’s how I roll. My favorite way to eat a peanut butter sandwich is JIF (always JIF) on white bread with lengthwise sliced bananas and a good drizzle of honey.
Big glass of milk, please, to accompany.
3. Peanut butter and banana sounds like a match made in heaven, Sus. Have you ever tried your hand at real matchmaking?
I was always a little boy crazy and dreamed up matches for myself on a daily basis, however only once have I tried to set up a friend with another friend. I met Person A on-line several years ago and we’ve been friends ever since, chatting about this and that, my boys, her job, her dating life, etc. About a year later, I met Person B through work acquaintances. He happened to be single, attractive, employed, and conveniently lived in the same town as Person A. While I didn’t know him well, I knew that he was easy-going and friendly, and that seemed to be enough for me to decide he’d make a good boyfriend for somebody. I discretely inquired if he was interested in being set up and he was perfectly fine with it, so the wheels started turning in my head about how this was going to be sheer perfection for everyone.
I asked Person A if it would be okay for me (a random person she only knows on-line) to give her PRIVATE PERSONAL INFORMATION to Person B (a mere acquaintance of the random person she only knows on-line) so they could hit it off, fall in love, and live happily ever after. She was feeling adventuresome and said, “Why not?” So, I gave Person B her number and hoped for the best.
The best was not to be.
It was only after I set my wonderful little plan in motion that I discovered through other people that while Person B was perfectly nice and lovely, turns out that he had a bit of an “IRS problem” over this little thing called “tax evasion” and turns out he was no longer gainfully employed because he got fired.
Oh, don’t worry, friend. He’s not an axe murderer. He’s an unemployed convicted felon.
And thus ended my matchmaking career.
Have a nice day.
P.S. Person A and I are still speaking to each other. Every friendship needs a good story to cement it, right?