Trying To Forget Xander
I spent today trying to forget the issue of my Singlesnet paramour, Xander, and his terribly unusual name. “I’ll just go shopping!” I said. That usually fixes things.
First stop- the music store. Not a good idea. Surrounded by band names- Arctic Monkeys and Maroon 5. It only made me think of the fact that I’d rather have Xander be named David Bowie than, well, Xander. I rushed out, screaming through the door.
The bookstore wasn’t any better. There was a stack of books in the front, so big it looked like it would tip over. The book? 1001 Beautiful Baby Names. Guess what? Xander wasn’t in there.
Finally, I decided to give up. I wandered the messy streets in a serious funk. Why couldn’t I forget Xander? Why couldn’t I forget his name? I ended up walking so long that I showed up in front of a sex shop. I stared up at the sign and hit myself in the head.
Can you guess the letters I saw?
X
X
and X
Fantastic…
Tags: coincidences, horrible names, singlesnet, xander
March 8th, 2008 at 3:06 pm
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