I spend a lot of time on the computer, much of the time I‘m writing posts, or commenting on other people’s blogs. Mrs. Cranky accuses me of flirting with my “cyber girlfriends.”
“They’re not girlfriends; they are more like pen pals.” She does not buy this explanation.
“We met on ‘Match’ remember? You can be very charming in cyberspace. These ladies have no idea what a jerk you are.”
“Come on, most of these women are young enough to be my daughter. They can see my picture and know I am a fat old bald dude, and from my posts I’m pretty sure they can tell I’m a jerk.”
“You’re not fat and bald….well you are bald….and a little pudgy….but you have nice arms; and they better not call you a jerk, only I can call you a jerk; and even though you are old, you can be very charming; and why don’t you get off that computer and come to bed. It’s getting late and I’m….I’m getting….you know....tired!”
“Ok, ok…I’ll be right there!”
(Thanks cyber ladies, I think I might get lucky tonight!)