Love is Blind
You know that dread in the pit of your stomach you feel whenever you get the dreaded Facebook alert email? “So and So has tagged you in 6 horrible awful hideous fat ugly pictures!”
Take that feeling and multiply it by fifty, and you’ll know what it’s like to date my boyfriend. His inexplicable love for some of the worst photos of me ever on record defies all laws of attraction. If I were him, and I uploaded all those pictures to Facebook, I’d go out of my way to not point out to the world that the ones appearing to be of Jabba the Hut’s less attractive twin sister are actually of my significant other.
Exhibit A:
Seriously, what is wrong with him? He put this on Facebook and tagged it, as ME.
I mean, seriously, I could not hit de-tag fast enough. Granted, I am now claiming the picture as my own by placing it on my blog for the world all three of my readers to see, but I had to prove my point here. Hopefully this public plea will prevent any of these photos from making their way online again. He can just frame them and display them in our home like some sort of god-awful temple full of Rosie O’Donnell look alikes.
Okay, totally missing the point of the post here, but “[...] display them in *our* home…”
Is this news, or am I (once again) perpetually out of the loop?
Haha…well it will be “our home” in a few months. Less if his roommate gets a new roommate before then, which we are hoping for.
Did you attempt to draw a Polo pony on his shirt?
As a matter of fact, yes. He has a green polo shirt that I have decided he is going to wear in all my cartoons. I love that you noticed that. I looks more like a blob though, since I am creating these masterpieces using Paint.
The most common perpetrater of awful facebook pictures of me is your sister, so I feel your pain.