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of promises kept...

going through my past blog posts (and yes, i'm vain like that), i realize that i have made promises over time, to narrate an incident as part of a larger topic, or to tell a joke i heard, or critisize new music. half the time, i find that i just move on to another topic by the time i am writing my next post and thats that. so i will try to fulfill a few of the promises.

before i got my car, i used to follow a lot of different people to work. my neighbour upstairs told me a joke that was relayed to them as part of their induction programme into an oil company.

so there was this guy who liked this hot lady from a wealthy home very much and had been trying to get her to date him. the lady consistently refused any of his invites for a date and almost made it super clear that she was not interested in him as he was not "her type". well, so dude assumed it was because he lacked the refinement necessary to date a woman of her class. and so, although he would totally have died to have her as much as give him 20 minutes to prove himself, he decided to slow down on the pursuit.

then one day, from the blues, the lady calls him up and says "can we hang out later today after work?". naturally, an overjoyed man agrees and they go to the movies and then grab a late drink. of course, he was in his best behaviour, pulling chairs and opening doors and plain being a gentleman. just as they were about to leave, the lady says it was too late for her to go home, and that if it was alright with him, she'd like to crash at his place. was it alright? that was like asking if he's african...to cut the long story short, they get home, she proceeds to have her bath and insists he should go and have his own afterwards. you can imagine his excitement when she refused to go to the guest room and insisted on sleeping in the same room on his bed with him.

and so, mr. man breezed in and out of the bathroom and returned ready to jump into bed when he sees her lying on the bed with four pillows propped up halfway down the length of the bed, creating a demarcation between her space and his. having come this far, dude decides that he will see his gentlemanliness to the end and although he couldn't sleep the whole night from resisting the temptation to touch her, he managed.

by morning, as they stepped out of the house on the way to work, a strong breeze pulled the scarf on her head very briskly and was carrying the scarf on a wave of air on the way over the fence. and so, feeling like johnny bravo, dude rushes after the scarf in an attempt to stop it going over the fence and prove he's voltron. next thing he hears from her is "never mind dude. is it the same you that could not climb over pillows during the night, that intends to jump over a whole fence? please lets just go". darn.

morale of the story: women don't know what they want...er, at least thats what my neighbour said the morale was (althoug I swear I still don't get it)

P.S: I know i suck at stand up comedy so hey...

Comments

Ginger said…
Oroque, this was lol funny. sorry I'm just getting to do my blog rounds. I think the pillows were a token resistance. In the woman's mind, the guy was supposed to make a little effort at least..even if it is moving the great pillow wall. Your guy did the correct thing jare (He shouldn't mind the indecisive woman).

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