Contain Yourself
November 22nd, 2005
I emailed with a guy for a while before we met. He had told me he was
a lawyer and a writer. Turns out he was an ambulance chaser and his
book was about “containers” - talking very slowwwwlly he told me
“everything is a container. a box is a container, a room is a
container, the world is a container, the solar system is a container.”
I couldn’t wait to leave. He later sent me an email saying “I couldn’t
figure out why you were more attractive than I expected you to be. I
went back and looked at your profile. You are holding your violin
against your stomach and for a paranoid man like me, that means you
are probably concealing a fat belly. Since you actually aren’t, you
should change your picture.”
a lawyer and a writer. Turns out he was an ambulance chaser and his
book was about “containers” - talking very slowwwwlly he told me
“everything is a container. a box is a container, a room is a
container, the world is a container, the solar system is a container.”
I couldn’t wait to leave. He later sent me an email saying “I couldn’t
figure out why you were more attractive than I expected you to be. I
went back and looked at your profile. You are holding your violin
against your stomach and for a paranoid man like me, that means you
are probably concealing a fat belly. Since you actually aren’t, you
should change your picture.”
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