In the 38th Entry, I talked about being picky.
To be fair, though, I’d like to explain that I’m hard to date for many reasons.
Reason 1:
I am obsessed with Weird Al.
I’m not a stalker or anything, but I’ve been a fan for about 35 years.
I was an exceptionally picky eater. In hopes of fixing this, my stepfather brought home a record single–“Eat It.” It didn’t make me a less picky eater. It–and its B side–“That Boy Could Dance”–made me a big fan.
After that came all the albums and Al taking over MTV. And the concerts. I’ve seen him many, many times in concert. I have all the albums, all the books (most of them are signed). I’ve passed on this love to my son, who had Weird Al sign an engineering textbook–just because that’s weird.
Right after he asked Al to sign something weird.
I’ve written before about how Al and I had a serendipitous moment in Maui several years ago.
Not every guy wants to date a girl who can and does sing along to every Weird Al song.
Not every guy wants to pass a couple of pictures of Weird Al that hang in a house on the way to a bedroom. Nor do they necessarily want to get to a bedroom and see a framed picture of Weird Al holding a birthday card he’d just signed to me, courtesy of Denise.
In other words, Denise needs to be my boyfriend.
That’s my BDay card!
Proof that there’s no god– if there was, he or she would have made us sexually compatible!