Oh my. Looks like we might have some fun boy stories on the way, courtesy of blogdad.
I got out of jazzerci... I mean... cardio class tonite and found a voicemail from blogdad. I called him back, and he asked several questions about my upcoming birthday (what kind of cake do I want? what time should everyone come over? how should we coordinate picking up my gift at the jeweler, etc.). But I could tell there was something more going on in that head of his.
Blogdad: So, have you talked to The Italian Stallion? (Reminder: blogdad gave The Italian Stallion my number back in December. They know each other through their jobs.)
Me: We talked a couple of times before Christmas, but then it just sort of fizzled out over the holidays, and we didn't talk again after that.
Blogdad: Well, I'm going to give your number to someone else then. I'm tired of reading all these guest posts on your blaaaaahhhg. (Always a Bridesmaid sidenote: blogdad pronounces the word "blog" exactly as I have spelled it, and it makes my sissies and me chuckle every time we hear it.)
Me: (Giggling. Because of the aforementioned pronunciation of "blog.") Oh, no. Who?
Blogdad: Another guy I work with. He's 35 and never been married. He's the one who does the modeling on the side too. (AAB sidenote: blogdad had mentioned this guy to me once before.)
Me: Sweet Jesus and Mary.
So, I haven't come up with a name for this guy yet because, let's be honest... I'm running out of clever names and have decided I need to at least talk to a guy before he gets a name on the blog.
Between The Teacher (who was also a bodybuilder on the side - though that option sort of fizzled over the holidays too) and this model guy, what are you guys trying to do to me? This has the potential to make for some bitchy "dieting AAB" posts. Which could actually be pretty fun.