So here I am, listing my husband's bike, his prized possession, his beautiful, sexy bike, on KSL Classifieds. There was more fight over this bike than there was the night at the club over the pole dancers. It seemed like I had hundreds of texts within minutes over this bike. I know my husband would look at a bike way before a naked woman posed on it in any magazine. Apparently, some men look at the bike, find out a woman is selling it, and they think..."Hmmm, wonder if this is a good time to flirt, or get a good look to see if the girl selling it is the hot, naked type, posed on a bike. Of course, I listed it saying my husband had passed away to get the sympathy vote for full price. DISCLAIMER: I do not live alone. I do not endorse EVER saying that publicly!
It boiled down to two men at war for this bike. And, after it sold, the one that lost assumed that I was a possibility for a runner-up prize. He wanted to know what I looked like, so I gave a very, VERY, vague description, being extremely cautious about this, but willing to see what he was up to.
"So, just curious... What do you look like?" says the loser of the bike war.
"Brown hair, green eyes, and five nine." says the not-so-naked-posed biker girl.
"Do you have a pic?" says he.
"Ummm, yeah, but how do I know you're not crazy?" says she.
"What? Because I am Mormon and not married by 30 I am crazy?" says he.
Well, yes, exactly, is what is running through my head. My rules are, that if you have never been married by 30, you have a lot to learn about life. However, I don't like to make people feel bad, I just needed some practice flirting. So, let's use this man as some education. I cannot believe that I need to practice flirting! This is coming from a girl who held flirting as her second nature, her favorite thing to do, and good at it. I get married for 12 years, and forget who I was! Or, maybe I am just coming into my own.
Needless to say, we exchanged pics. A few more meaningless texts were exchanged and that was that. It left me thinking..."Wow, I guess I was not hot enough for talking to." However, I read on through the texts... He is young, immature, and trying to pick me up on KSL. WTF am I thinking?!
Lesson learned. Timed to add some standards in to wean out the crazies.
It boiled down to two men at war for this bike. And, after it sold, the one that lost assumed that I was a possibility for a runner-up prize. He wanted to know what I looked like, so I gave a very, VERY, vague description, being extremely cautious about this, but willing to see what he was up to.
"So, just curious... What do you look like?" says the loser of the bike war.
"Brown hair, green eyes, and five nine." says the not-so-naked-posed biker girl.
"Do you have a pic?" says he.
"Ummm, yeah, but how do I know you're not crazy?" says she.
"What? Because I am Mormon and not married by 30 I am crazy?" says he.
Well, yes, exactly, is what is running through my head. My rules are, that if you have never been married by 30, you have a lot to learn about life. However, I don't like to make people feel bad, I just needed some practice flirting. So, let's use this man as some education. I cannot believe that I need to practice flirting! This is coming from a girl who held flirting as her second nature, her favorite thing to do, and good at it. I get married for 12 years, and forget who I was! Or, maybe I am just coming into my own.
Needless to say, we exchanged pics. A few more meaningless texts were exchanged and that was that. It left me thinking..."Wow, I guess I was not hot enough for talking to." However, I read on through the texts... He is young, immature, and trying to pick me up on KSL. WTF am I thinking?!
Lesson learned. Timed to add some standards in to wean out the crazies.
Good point hun! You're way better than his cheese of a pick up attempt!
ReplyDeleteIKR, I hope this gets better or maybe I just need to be the cat lady!!!
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