Ruining the Men of the Nashville Blogosphere One Lunch at a Time
I just got back from lunch with the Nashville Knucklehead. I think it went okay. He didn't cry or run screaming from the Mellow Mushroom. And I don't think he needed therapy to recover. Unlike some men who eat lunch with me... ahem... Fritz.
At one point, though, he did say, while kind of laughing, "This is just how I imagined it would be."
I swear, I do know how to behave myself. I just don't like to.
posted by Aunt B at 3/07/2006 01:03:00 PM
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I FINALLY SEE THE LIGHT . . .
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Um, sounds fun?
HAHAHA! I'm sure he was more than charmed...
I had lunch with Fritz yesterday (among others), and I couldn't help but ask him if you're as I picture you, which is 5'8". I think of odd things at lunch.
I am 5'7"ish. I hope he said good things about me. Or at least not-to-scary things.
Knucklehead, I'm glad to see the subliminal messages worked.
Who's footing the bill for these lunch time adventures?
I luvs me some free food.
I'm happy to report there was no "Aunt B is scary" talk.
My therapist said we can start a group session. Fritz and Knucklehead are both invited.
You are ambassador of cooterdom to all.
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