Prompt: You venture into the world of online dating. Browsing through profiles, you drop your coffee mug and it shatters on the ground–IT CAN’T BE!
Filling out this profile is a pain in the ass. I’m sure no one ever tells the truth in these things, so what’s the use. I’m telling everyone about the person I’d like to be while I read about someone that that person wants me to think she is. Okay, everybody lies. Maybe not lies but has a wrong and exaggerated view of themselves. Photos don’t lie but do they? Who says this photo of me is really me or a recent me. Why am I doing this, this is bullshit.
I’m going to take a leak and get a cup of coffee and think about if I really want to go any further with this waste of time. I soon realize that I don’t have anything else to do so I return to my computer and continue to slug through these profiles when I’m totally blown away by the face staring back at me. My coffee mug slips from my fingers and shatters on the floor while I gape at the picture of … no it can’t be … yes it is!
It’s Father Joe, my parish priest, in drag.
Too Much Tequila, Too Little Sunscreen 