The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

My Zombie Roomy (11/17/11)

Well, Halloween has past.

Something happened on the Sunday before Halloween which I have been dealing with the past few weeks.

I tried dealing with it in a lot of ways. Acceptance, tribute, sadness, guilt. But ultimately denial and alcohol seemed to be most appropriate.

There was a girl I liked. She was very leggy. And very vavoom. How vavoom you ask? She went as Jessica Rabbit. THAT vavoom.

I was trying to charm her with my utter lack of charm (my non-game game as a friend put it), when suddenly she seemed distracted. Someone else in the bar had caught her eye. I knew I was cooked, and I’m a proud guy, so I politely ended our conversation.

Later that night, I saw her in the parking lot trying to flirt with the Zombie. I guess she goes more for the silent type (which I am most definitely not).

This is still a little harsh. It’s not easy to swallow being passed up for an undead cannibal. But hey, everybody finds somebody sometime, right Dino?

Comments on: "My Zombie Roomy (11/17/11)" (3)

  1. I can’t believe the zombie even would talk to her, since she clearly had no braaaaaaaaains.
    (Insert WAH-WAH tuba noise here)

  2. Some undead wing man your zombie friend turns out to be. I say the next time he’s eating brain sprinkle some hot chili sauce on it. That’ll learn him.

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