Preface: Alright - as many of you now know, Guidos are somewhat of L's "guilty pleasure." She loves 'em! There's nothing that gets her going more than the orange skin, spikey hair, and big (tatted) muscles. However (! and this is a big however), it is merely entertainment.
Well, today at the tanning salon, a guid came in to tan. Normally L loves it when they come in -- they make her laugh because they're all dressed up with a gallon of hair gel in, their very best Ed Hardy/Christian Audigier/Affliction t-shirt on, just to strip down, sweat, and catch some homemade UVs. 1 They're just hysterical.
But, not today. The wannabe guid came in.
Why is he a "wannabe guid" ?
Because he is 40 YEARS OLD, apparently trying to recapture his youth! He comes in, yelling at you - not in a malicious way, he just, well, talks in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS.
He's always adorned in his sweaty wife beater, highlighting his "guns," and gold chains around his neck. He probably drinks about three glasses of water from the water fountain in front of the desk before he goes to tan. (Probably because he just sweated out most of his body's water en route to the tanning salon from the gym.)
Today, he came in, I chuckled at the usual appearance and exchanged yelling conversation, and then he left after his tan.
Not more than ten minutes after his departure, he called L on the work phone to ask if he left his keys there. She takes the phone with her, looks, and then tells him "no."
I guess the appropriate "thank you," was to ask L if she had a boyfriend, because that's exactly what he did!!
Uhm... it is clear that you are well more than ten years my senior, sir. And frankly, I do not want to go deaf from listening to you yell for more than ten minutes. Thankyouverymuch.2
L gave the standard response, "oh I do, and he would probably be pretty mad! ha ha But, thank you!" (Said with the Orbitz smile you can see through the phone so as not to offend.)
After that incident, L texted B so she could share the beginning of the deets:
Text Message
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To: B
From: L
So the 40 yr old wannabe guid just called me on the work phone to ask if I had a bf...story to follow
Text Message
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To: L
From: B
OMG!!!! hahahaha These things only happen to you!
I think I'm a meathead magnet!
Does anyone else (not living in the tri-state) attract Guidos like bees to honey?
1. And if it isn't Goose it's good in L's book!
2. Having dated a number of guids, they're fun for the first few months, but after hearing about their special diets, their gym routine, some new HGH supplements they want to try (over and over), it gets really old, really fast.