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Hopefully, you aren’t dropping by for the eloquent, prolific writing that you’ve come to expect here. Instead, I’m serving up a dose of snarky humor. Let me back-up to say that David and I have been cyber friends for several years. He’s very kind, and his rules were so loose with this guest post gig that I offered to assist. Thus, I’m sharing the story of one of my worst dates ever. Mr. Ribald is particularly memorable because he stood me up during the date. I hope this entertains and offers renewed appreciation for your relationship status, whatever that may be.
xoRobyn at Life by Chocolate, www.Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comOn Why I Choose Celibacy Reason #167: Mr. Ribald's Epistle
He “favorited” me on a popular Internet dating site. His profile boasts a “ribald” and “trenchant” humor. [Both words are synonymous with “obscene.”] Still, I thought, “He’s not a moron. How refreshing.” I sent a brief, friendly “hello.” Note to self: dumb move.
“Well you tell me a joke,” he insisted.
Exasperated, he declared, “I think you don’t have a sense of humor, so this isn’t going to work. I wouldn’t have anything to say on our second date...I feel judged.” Mr. Ribald abruptly and dramatically stood up and began walking out. As the people at the next table subtly eyed me with compassion, I casually took time to consume the last of my Frost, found a napkin on the floor that needed discarding, and began strolling out behind him.
Mr. Ribald stopped and turned around to apologize. I’d apparently pushed his unalloyed ribald buttons or epistle-like trenchant nerves by failing to appreciate crude jokes.“It was entirely my fault,” he admitted.
We shook hands and wished each other well.
I’m left wondering if Mr. Ribald’s large, trenchant vocabulary serves as compensation for a small epistle he keeps hidden..? I’ll never know, and that’s a good thing. So is celibacy.