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October 12, 2009

Try Not to Breathe: Remember that little story I told you last Thursday? You know, the one where I puked almost on a girl I was having a wonderful first date with?

Well, last Thursday night, I re-enacted what happened to my wife. Apparently, everyone who told me that I should have called her back didn't get the full feel for what I had just done to this poor girl.

So, let me re-describe it. Imagine, someone has puckered up and has moved in to kiss you. Your lips touch. Just as they touch, you hear a horrible noise like a backed-up sink gurgling, and then the person whose lips are touching yours has his cheeks inflate like a pufferfish as vomit pours into his mouth. That's what it was like.

My wife screamed. She visibly shuddered. "Oh my God," she said, "that poor girl. No wonder she was so traumatized. That was awful."

And she had this reaction even without me actually puking into my mouth and then bringing it up in a wastebasket.

The One I Love: Everyone who told me that I should have called her back when we got back to school for the spring semester...we can only say what if.

If I had called her back...maybe we would have gone out again. I mean, yeah, she was really nice and seemed to really like me. I mean, she was kissing on me and holding my hand and snuggling up and all, right? Maybe we would have felt a spark, dated for the remainder of her undergraduate career, and then after she graduated, we could have gotten married. I don't know where she went to law school, but maybe it was ND. We could have finished our respective degrees at the same time, and then moved off to some fabulous location.

If that would have happened, maybe we'd have a couple of kids. Maybe I wouldn't have my evenings free. Maybe I wouldn't have started blogging. Maybe you would have no idea who the fuck I was. You'd walk down the street and think "Was that Tom Green? He's put on some weight."

If all of that had happened, I wouldn't have met my wife three months later. I wouldn't have gotten married. I wouldn't have moved to North By God Carolina and I wouldn't have worked for that biotech wherein I started my blogging career. By telling me that I should have called Margaret back up and asked her out again, you would be denying yourselves this little slice o' the internet and all the shit good times we've had together.

If I had done all those things, I wouldn't be married to the woman I am now, with the two wonderful kids that we've had together and the happy, if humble, abode in which we dwell. Besides, if I had called her back and we had dated, fallen in love, and married, I wouldn't get to have the sex with a redhead with fabulously large breasts.

Unless, of course, she dyed her hair and got implants.

Crush with Eyeliner: Possibly the most amusing footnote to that whole story about me nearly puking on Margaret was that, I'm certain, my students would have gotten back to campus and asked her how things went. And, I'm certain, that Margaret told them that I puked and probably the other gory details. So, they would have heard about everything that happened that night.

Despite all this, Sheridan, the girl who lured me into tutoring her and her room mates, wanted to set me up with another one of her room mates. This girl's name was Kristine (if I remember correctly). She was tall, had red hair, and had a decent rack. Problem was, she wore a lot of eyeliner, so I wasn't really all that interested.

In a bit of an ironic twist, the night I met my wife, Kristine was there, too. They were working together on something for a campus charity. Apparently, Kristine was kind of interested in me (despite my pukiness on my date with Margaret), because she recognized me at the event and told her room mates that I was there. Much later, after I had married my wife, she saw me again and reported back to Sheridan et. al. that I was now wearing a ring, and what was up with that?

My question: you know I almost puked in your friend's face and still you wanted to date me? What was up with that?

What if We Give It Away?: My wife has found this site called Zazzle.com, and she fucking loves it.

The Lord of the Rings movies came out while we were still at Notre Dame, and we, of course, went to go and see all three of them in the theatres because we love us some Lord of the Rings. We also both love us some Notre Dame.

What do these two things have in common? Sean Astin. In case you need your memory jogged, Sean Astin was the titular Rudy in the movie of the same name. Naturally, this is a must watch for anyone who went to or is a fan of Notre Dame. In fact, in the old bookstore on campus, Rudy was on a continual 24-hour loop. That's a lot of Sean Astin and the dude who played Roc from the ill-fated Fox show from the early 90s (Charles S. Dutton, in case you care).

Astin, of course, also played Samwise Gamgee, Frodo's love interest friend and moral support as he carried the Ring to the fires of Mount Doom. Whenever the camera focused on Sam, especially during The Fellowship of the Ring and his little soliloquy at the end of The Two Towers, I would giggle and then say to my wife "I want to play football at Notre Dame, Mr. Frodo!"

Well, my wife took this happy little sentence and made herself a button over at Zazzle.com. It is, appropriately, cheesy. It is, also, a must-have for the mixed Notre Dame/LotR fan on your Christmas list.

Let Me In: When I was a freshman in college, I lived alone my first semester. There's a back story there that I don't want to get into (it involved me dressing like a garden gnome because ours was stolen...like I said, I don't want to get into it).

My friend, the Brewing Optometrist, decided to come and visit me once when he was home on break and I was still slogging away doing that learning bullshit. The joy of the Brewing Optometrist was that his dad worked for a beer distributorship, so he brought some booze for us to enjoy while watching Bevis and Butthead. He decided we needed some 40s, and what better drink to enjoy in a 40 ounce bottle than malt liquor?

Really, this story has no point. I just wanted to repost the picture of the OE Girl. If it helps, the Brewing Optometrist brought me a 40 of Olde English 800.

Yeah, that totally justifies it.

15 comments:

Moooooog35 said...

I'm totally photoshopping myself into that picture.

dg said...

ZOUNDS! WHAT MOUNDS!

otherworldlyone said...

Your poor wife. ;)

Scope said...

I think the people suggesting you should ask her out again were just hoping for another round of self-humiliation on your part.

But I must admire the forgiveness of the Domer girls. Nearly puke on a SMiG Chick, and none of her friends will come near you.

And is it me, or does the it seem like the OE girl there is used to having something that large in that position?

BeckEye said...

Weird that you mentioned Charles S. Dutton. I just mentioned him on Saturday night and I've never talked about him in my life.

And I'm ridiculously excited to see a picture, any picture, of Hobbes.

Mala said...

It's coz you're just that hot Jenksy. Not even puke is sufficient deterrent for the women.
Bravo my friend!

JenJen said...

Mjenks
What if the tables were turned? Would you call her back if she puked almost in your mouth?

Pearl said...

You're killing me over here!

:-)

Funny post.

Pearl

mo.stoneskin said...

The 'vomit kiss' almost made me vomit. Good job I wasn't kissing anyone while I read the post.

I was chatting to an old friend the other day, hadn't seen him for a few years and he was filling me in. He had gone out for a Chinese meal on a first date with this girl. He burped in her mouth (a full-on noodle-fueled burp) during their first kiss.

It was their last kiss too.

carissajaded said...

WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT PICTURE OF ME!!!!

But really, the key to vomiting in someone's face, is to make sure you are really drunk.

That way you don't remember it. And my philosophy is, if you don't remember it- then it didn't happen.

words...words...words... said...

That goldfish picture is cracking me up. And I'm loving the R.E.M. songs as paragraph headers. I have nothing of import to say about the actual content of this entry though. Well, except that I want to party with Kristine.

Cool as Folk said...

Maybe Kristine has emetophilia and was hoping you'd puke on her. Gosh!

red said...

I didn't say you should have called here...just, if I were that girl, I'd have given you another shot.

Obviously, anyone who gets to bang a redhead when ever they want has a pretty awesome life so well done you.

red said...

Er "her" not "here" obvs.

Nej said...

If the friend of the girl, who you almost placed your regurgitated dinner into, still wanted to date you....then that must prove the girl didn't describe your date with her as an absolute horror. Yes?