My friend, D, is an enigma. I've told him this before. I've known D for 5 years now and, truthfully, I really don't know much about him. He's the type of person that you can talk to for hours. However, after you hang up the phone, you realize that you don't know anything more about him than you did a few hours ago. He can talk all day without revealing anything about himself. I find this quality admirable and entirely frustrating. But, I've told him this before.
D is my "looks good on paper friend." I've told him this before. D's a Christian. He's successful, single, athletic, and attractive. He's the guy your parents love and every old woman has a crush on. He's the prototype guy that most southern girls grow up picturing themselves marrying. My friend, Shannon, and I have, jokingly, made it our personal mission to see to it that D marries one of us. He won't. The reasons are beyond ridiculous. But, I've told him this before.
D is quirky. He hates restaurants like Applebees and Chilis, but will argue over 88 cents at the local Bojangles. He doesn't curse or say the word 'retard,' but has no problems using "ho" as a nickname. He likes dogs, but he's allergic to them. He'll buy a $17 bottle of maple syrup just to see if it tastes different than the $3.49 bottle. He corrects people's grammar, but occassionally uses "ya'll" in a sentence. He likes ketchup, but hates tomatoes. He insists on marrying the perfect girl, but will tell you that the only perfect girl he's ever met is married. He's the guy that's frustrating to talk to, but you still find yourself calling him at least every other week. He's the crossword puzzle in the daily paper. You think, "Today I'll figure it out." But tomorrow, you're still looking for the answers. He's the guy you'll never marry and you'll always wonder why.
He's an engima. But I've told him this before.
D is my "looks good on paper friend." I've told him this before. D's a Christian. He's successful, single, athletic, and attractive. He's the guy your parents love and every old woman has a crush on. He's the prototype guy that most southern girls grow up picturing themselves marrying. My friend, Shannon, and I have, jokingly, made it our personal mission to see to it that D marries one of us. He won't. The reasons are beyond ridiculous. But, I've told him this before.
D is quirky. He hates restaurants like Applebees and Chilis, but will argue over 88 cents at the local Bojangles. He doesn't curse or say the word 'retard,' but has no problems using "ho" as a nickname. He likes dogs, but he's allergic to them. He'll buy a $17 bottle of maple syrup just to see if it tastes different than the $3.49 bottle. He corrects people's grammar, but occassionally uses "ya'll" in a sentence. He likes ketchup, but hates tomatoes. He insists on marrying the perfect girl, but will tell you that the only perfect girl he's ever met is married. He's the guy that's frustrating to talk to, but you still find yourself calling him at least every other week. He's the crossword puzzle in the daily paper. You think, "Today I'll figure it out." But tomorrow, you're still looking for the answers. He's the guy you'll never marry and you'll always wonder why.
He's an engima. But I've told him this before.
2 comments:
Have no fear...the perfect girl is in Worcester!!!! But I am sure you have never told him that before.
Wow...that is the perfect explaination for D! You just summed it all up and I love that:)
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