Last night at work, just before my shift was over, a sweet naive girl (yes, Box girl from the past few blogs) told me that she had been on the phone for the last half-hour with this guy...and after a few minutes, he started to talk about his girlfriend...and her bowel movements...and continued in other such discussions of scat...for about twenty minutes. She told me this and my response was something to the tone of...
$teve: "Ah, so you got one of these late night pervert calls? Nice."
Box Girl: "Really? Do you think that he was a pervert? That's a little creepy."
$teve: (Wow!!! Did you really just ask me that?) "Ugh...yeah. A stranger calls up on a toll-free number and continues to discuss his crap consistency and that of his girlfriend? I would say that guy has a fecal fetish of some sort."
Box Girl: "Oh man. How can you tell?"
$teve: (You still don't get it? Hmm...) "Well, for example, the two of you were talking about stuff that you normally wouldn't bring up with your friends, right?"
Box Girl: "Oh, my friends & I talk about that stuff."
$teve: (Nice. A hot girl who isn't afraid to talk about peanut logs.) "Actually...that's a bad example because my friends & I talk about that stuff too...but okay, how about in front of your family?"
Box Girl: "Nyeh, not too often...but if we ever needed to, we could."
$teve: (Family sounds open-minded...and I can talk about poo with them) "Yeah, my family too. Jeepers. (That's right, I said jeepers like a Scooby Doo cartoon) Well, obviously the coworker example isn't going to work since...well, here we are. I guess you're just an incredibly open individual...but if the situation comes up again and you feel uncomfortable, just say something like 'Sir, I would rather not discuss my fecal matter with you at this time & would appreciate getting back to work.' That usually works...and if not, hang up."
Box Girl: (Laughing) "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Oh man, do you think he was getting his jollies or something? Gross."
$teve: "Well...just look at it as...you made a weird man very happy with your conversation...and don't look any further into it. That sounds safe."
Box Girl: (Laughing) "Aaah, gross. Oh well, that's a good spin on it, I guess."
$teve: "Besides, you made my evening too. I can't tell you how often I've been getting ready for work & thought 'Man, I hope I get to talk about pooh with a lovely female coworker. I hope today is that day' and it was."
Box Girl: "Well, my ride's waiting, so I'd better get going. Thanks $teve."
$teve: "It's my pleasure. Anytime." As she walks away, I check out her backside...and catch her glancing back at me smiling. This probably would have been a good opportunity to throw out the digits or something...but I'm a patient man...and a coward, so we'll see how it goes. I could take this situation several ways:
- This is how girls start casual conversations at work nowadays...by talking about poo, which is cool
- This is how a nervous girl in a new job start a conversation with a very attractive male coworker, which would be super cool
- She is really young & naive and I should drop this now before it's too late, which would suck...because she really cute & funny
- Somebody else is calling toll-free numbers late at night to talk dirty with young girls (or at least girls that sound young)
- We learned a lot about eachother...especially considering it could have just been a negative conversation about how creepy perverts are...but instead we found out a little about our family, friends, and something we both find funny, poop
- Most importantly, she's not scared to talk to me about anything...and vice versa, so this could be the start of something groovy ("Something tells me I'm into something good..." just came into my head. Does that ever happen to you?)
- I could just be overreacting. That happens a lot. I think too much about...well everything. Anyway, more to come as it develops. Back to you, Hope...

By the way, I was reading through some of the questions...and some just kind of depressed me for a few moments. It's like a little reflection on the fun that you've had the past year. There's about a dozen questions of "In the past 12 months, have you had sex with anybody who has (horrible disease)?" and you're thankful that you haven't, thus avoiding disease...but then you think "Man, I need to get out more. I should at least be thinking about this for a few seconds, but there's only been one...and that was a great month but..." or there's the travel questions about being outside of the country...then you start thinking "I wish. That'd be sweet." and you zone out for a second thinking about a week in Brazil in that village where all the Victoria's Secret supermodels come from. "Sir, are you finished with the question?" "What? Oh...yeah, almost. Sorry. I was just...thinking about...math?" "Oh...okay." Whew.

While there, I got an email from my aunt & uncle saying that they're going to be hanging at the Barbary Coast, where I partied on Lucky Day 7/7/07 after my Wingman's wedding. I may go hang out with them...but I'm sure there was something in the information I read this morning about giving blood & drinking alcohol afterwards...and it was against it. We'll see. I'm glad that I'm one of those cats that don't have to drink to have a good time...and I haven't seen them in about three months, so we'll see. If anybody wants to party later, that's where it's at...and remember, I was the hottest guy there last time, so you're chances are pretty good at getting with a biker chick...if that's your thing. You know, I just realized that it's been a few days since I did one of my movie lists. How about this?
Vampire Movies
Medal Winners






That's more than enough for today. I'm going to continue drinking plenty of fluids and no heavy lifting (I wonder if the bathroom counts) for the next few days...and if you're interested in donating blood (which would make you super cool too), contact your local American Red Cross chapter. Have a groovy weekend!!!
4 comments:
"Cookie & white grape peach juice" = happy ending.
You're onto my secret code. Excellent. :) It's like the great Alec Baldwin said, "Sex is like Chinese food. It ain't over 'til you both get your cookie."
Ok, I never saw Bloodrayne, but in my opinion the flush, by far and away, should have been Dracula 2000. That was painful. At least in the former you had a hot chick.
The movie made a bad habit of dismissing Bram Stoker’s novel as "the ranting of a mad Irish man"- making the book seem laughable, even though the film was an almost direct (and badly done) adaptation. Very insulting in my opinion- assuming the audience can’t and/or doesn’t read. What other excuse could they have? It’s like saying “Shakespeare was a hack and a looser”, and “oh, by the way, check out my re-hashed and piss-poor version of Romeo and Juliet.”
On the other hand, 2000 is kind of on par with the Evil Dead (the first one- not intentionally funny). In fact I left the theatre with a headache from slapping my forehead. The film was complete with horribly bad and tacky dialogue and a terribly bad twist at the end (not part of the original book) and nauseating/hilarious acting jobs. It brought tears to my eyes, and the next time I see one of those jars on the counter at the 7-11 I will donate change so the retards don’t have to make these types of movies for their money.
T
I have not seen Dracula 2000...and probably won't now. Thank you for the warning. There are lots of bad ones...like that Eddie Murphy one, Vampire in Brooklyn that was pretty lame. Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the TV was better than the movie). Thank you Professor T, and congratulations on the doctrate.
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