The following ads were posted to Craigslist.org in the Missed Connections section of Columbus. I’ve replied to each with only the line “That’s my girlfriend, asshole!” Here are the responses:
Tiffany, I have your pictures!!! - m4w - 44
Date: 2007-06-10, 4:38PM EDT
Hey, I thought I’d hear from you last night. I was cold, a fire would have been nice. I love kids and don’t really sit around drinking beer all night. I think we were cut from the same mold and I hope we see each other again very soon. You have my number-call it. If you lost it, Kelly has it, too.
P.S. This is a great picture of you getting ready to “go down”! (photo omitted)
* Location: Dublin
* it’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 349138214
Continue reading ‘That’s My Girlfriend, Asshole! Vol. 2′
I’m not a fan of professional golf. Never have been. I couldn’t tell you the difference between Fredrik Jacobson and K.J. Choi. And the thing I like most about Tiger Woods is a song named after him by Dan Bern.
There’s something to be said about filling a cooler with beer, loading it on a golf cart and flying around a par-three course creating divots and earning double bogeys. But watching others do it has never held my attention.
So when my girlfriend and I spent Sunday afternoon at the Memorial Golf Tournament at Muirfield Village in Columbus, I wasn’t eager to see any of the pros. I would have been nice to see Woods in person, but honestly I would rather see Homer Bailey, a Cincinnati Reds pitching prospect. But that’s another blog post.
Continue reading ‘Memorial Tournament An Eerie Event’
Scientists now believe that interspecies sex influences evolution more than previously thought, according to an article published yesterday on NationalGeographic.com.
An increasing number of studies have proven that two separate species can mate to produce a third sexually-viable species. The process is called “hybrid speciation” and the recent studies have been proven with insects and fish.
Biologist James Mallet of University College London in the United Kingdom said that 10 percent of animals and 25 percent of plants are currently known to hybridize.
“In the past people have often viewed hybridization as a mistake,” Mallet said in the National Geographic article. “But this is probably not an unnatural phenomenon.”
And, he said, “sex with another species may be very occasionally quite a good idea.”
Last April, A grizzly-polar bear hybrid was discovered in the Canadian Arctic — after it had been fatally shot.
And on this season’s American Idol, the world’s first panther-human hybrid was identified.
But scientists all agree that the most amazing discovery to date is this pussy cat-human hybrid discovered in Columbus, Ohio. It goes by the name of Gerrit.
Human and feline DNA appears to mix very well.
So far, tests are inconclusive on which of Gerrit’s parents banged a house cat.
Through all this F-ing snow, my Protege, or “the shoe” as Andy named it, is still alive and ticking — kind of. A few weeks back the A/C compressor locked up, which is tied to the power steering. A $700 problem according to the guy at Star and Northwest Auto Care. So, I’ve had no air conditioning (no problem, it’s been 0 degrees outside anyway) and no power steering (huge problem when the steering is already hindered by a foot of ice and snow). Not to mention the brakes need to be replaced soon and the whole front end creaks like this guy’s bed every time i hit a bump.
And considering my car would barely qualify as “fair” condition on its report in Kelley Blue Book without the broken compressor, I took the plunge a few weeks ago and signed up for a new 2007 Honda Civic.
I wanted a stick shift, so I still haven’t received the car because Honda doesn’t make many stick shift Civics here in the states. They’re supposedly huge over in Asia, though.
By the way, if you’re in the market for a new Honda in Columbus, just go to straight to Roush Honda. And ask about Honfidence.
Hopefully the Civy will arrive soon. There’s nothing worse than driving a broken Prot-e when you already approved a new car.
Besides the worst snow storm in Columbus to date dumping on the city Feb. 13-14, that Wednesday also marked the annual convention of the organization of which I’m employed. As some sort of humorous symbolism the skies opened and the lands turned to ice the same day I’d travel to a hotel to be holed up in for three days. OK, it’s not that bad. The hotel’s nice, the meals are comped and I was able to meet Gov. Ted Strickland and hang with OSU’s Athletic Director Gene Smith for an hour. Still, after three days of living out of a suitcase, you get a little worn down. So, I laid low this weekend, which is why there is no photo update.
Laying low this weekend, however, does not mean I was idle. Saturday marked the 1-year anniversary of my relationship with Tiffany and we celebrated accordingly. One year ago from that day she and I met in person for the first time at B. Hampton’s. Our first conversations occurred just three days earlier, on Valentine’s Day. Depending on who you are, one year may seem too long or not quite long enough.
Luckily for me, Tiffany was a trooper on Valentine’s Day and made the trip all the way out to the hotel so we could spend the evening together. We ate at a Tuscan restaurant, had some wine and spent the night in a nice hotel room — it was perfect. Then on Saturday night, to celebrate the anniversary, we went to Mitchell’s Steakhouse and Oh My God! I had the best $35 piece of rare meat I’ve ever tasted. And when I say $35 piece of meat, I mean just that — the place is a la carte. But it was so worth it. Seriously, if happiness is a warm gun, then that steak was like an AK-47 in your mouth. I digress, but I want to say following what was nearly a week of Tiffany and me celebrating … well, ourselves … that I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. No contest.
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