My Neighbour Errol- Co-Dependence
My next entry is going to be some insight into my writing process, but for now, here’s a quick anecdote to tide the 12 people who read this over.
In a moment of weakness…or weirdness, I joined okCupid. This blog is the only place I will admit that :D. This entry is certainly not going on facebook (edit: okay…I totally did…). It’s a weird little place with weird sets of codes. I will probably only last two weeks. I haven’t told many people about it, but I did tell Errol. This…might have been a mistake:
Errol: You joined okCupid?! HUZZAH! Who have you met?
Me: Not many…it’s not that big of a deal…I’m going to quit.
Errol: What?! DON’T QUIT! Think of all the people you could meet! It sounds like fun!
Me: I don’t know…I might have coffee with someone.
Errol: COFFEE! Wooooooo! Who’s our boyfriend? What’s his name? When’s our date?
Me: I don’t know his full name and…wait, “our”?
Errol: Yeah! Have you messaged him again? What should we say?
Me: There’s no “we”!
Errol: Of course there is! We’re co-dependent now! So who’s our boyfriend?
Me: He’s not “our” boyfriend! He’s my…he’s not even MY boyfriend. It’s just a guy I messaged!
Errol: You don’t even know his full name. You’re bad at stalking. Can I stalk him?
Errol: Can I see your profile?
Errol: OkCupid sounds like fun. I’m going to make a profile.
Me: What?! You’re married! Leave the singles alone!
Errol: I don’t want to date them! I just want to stalk my friends! And make new ones!
Me: That’s warped on many levels.
Errol: I should chaperone your date.
Me: What? You would stop any hanky panky?
Errol: EW! No! Is that what chaperones do?!
Me: Yes, why else would you ask to be a chaperone?
Errol: So I could come too!
…I’m going to be single forever.