RLO met the new guy I’m dating last night. The guy that I’ve promised not to liken to a troll doll on the Internet anymore. Oops, I did it again. OK, starting NOW I’m not going to liken him to a troll doll on this website. That one doesn’t count. Right?
Anyway. The point. I have one.
RLO and the non-troll doll guy met for the first time last night. Today RLO mentioned that the new guy was cool. RLO’s opinion means so much to me that I mentioned it to the new guy.
Him: “So RLO liked me, eh?”
Me: “He did.”
Him: “Is that just because he thinks that I’m easily manipulated and that I’ll be sharing his workload. The workload being you of course.”
Me: “I’m not work. I’m a hobby.”
Him: “I like that. You’re going to be my new favorite hobby.”
This is where the conversation should have ended, but nooooo. He felt that it was important to share with me an imaginary conversation.
“So what do you do with your spare time?”
“Oh, I listen to music nobody’s ever heard of, work on my motorcycle, and a dabble a bit in Sarah?”
“Sarah? I could never figure that one out–too complicated. Had to drop that hobby the moment I picked it up.”
“Yeah, I hear you. But it’s supposed to have its payoffs–I just haven’t figured them out yet…”
I laughed and decided to keep him. For now. But the minute this turns sour I’m totally blaming RLO.