Dr. Grumpy: "How are you doing? It's been about a year since your last appointment."
Mr. Optimist: "Going okay. I've met a great girl, and this could be the one. I mean, she threw me
and my stuff out of her apartment and called the police on me last week,
and I had to live in my car for a few days until I could find a new place, but I think this is part of the road to a stronger
relationship."
For real, Ibee? He said that?
ReplyDeleteYep.
ReplyDeleteI never like to laugh at another's misery, but I simply can't stop myself. OMG
ReplyDeleteIs there a way to bottle his excessive optimism? If so, I'll take a dozen to counteract my mood after watching the evening news...
ReplyDeleteTotal optimist. When the restraining order appears, he will view it as a wedding announcement.
ReplyDeleteahh, another psychotic optimist!
ReplyDeleteYou're the doctor, but I think he needs Fukitol. Or an urgent psych evaluation. Or something.
ReplyDeleteThey are both passionate socialists, so there's a light at the end of the tunnel for them!
ReplyDeleteWait! I didn't think Grumpyville was near me. But that sure sounds like my ex-boyfriend.
ReplyDeleteAnd nothing says "I love you" like a quick kick to the balls.
ReplyDeleteDr. G. you must look like a priest. Do you have a clerical collar? Or, is it the shoes you wear?
ReplyDeleteNo, wait. It must be that apple green Nehru jacket.
ReplyDeleteDear Former Girlfriend of That Guy: Good decision. Change the locks too. Possibly move to a different town.
ReplyDeleteGrumpy, you need to go into partnership with a psychiatrist. Imagine the number of patients you could refer to him.
ReplyDeleteSad to say, but I know someone like this guy...
ReplyDeleteNote to self ~ make sure restraining order is still up to date.
Love is blind!
ReplyDeleteFYI your feed burner does not seem to be working properly, I'm not seeing your posts in Feedly anymore :(