I was talking with my pal Snooze last night and she came up with a fantastic theme for my month of NaBloPoMo:
30 Days of Joy.
Aside from a hell of a theme title, it’s a pretty good idea. There is no doubt 30 dumbass things I could come up with my sister and I have done, and most would be funny (at least to Joy and I).
And, of course, I couldn’t think of a damn thing.
Until just now.
I went out on a date a couple weeks ago, and I met this woman through my sister.
Phone calls with her usually started with things like:
“Joy told me today you were a big nerd in school.”
“I was talking to Joy, and she said you were a mama’s boy.”
“So, Joy tells me you used to play Dungeons & Dragons. You wanna tell me more about that?”
Shockingly enough, there wasn’t a second date.
In all honesty, I think it was the fact that there wasn’t a “connection”. I really liked hanging out with this woman, and, boy, did we laugh at a lot of people, but I don’t think it was there.
I’ll still blame Joy, though, because I can.