Thursday, July 5, 2007

Maybe a Little Distance Isn't So Bad

My sister and her boyfriend of nearly 5 years broke up a little over a month ago. The douche cheated on her and then decided to not confess until 4 months later. If she had not found out from somebody else prior, I am sure he would still be holding it a secret. The other day, after watching a sappy episode of Dr. Phil, she ventured onto match.com. As soon as she finished desperately creating a profile for herself, she did a search for a mate in the area. The results popped up and instantly she saw a picture of her douchebag ex with a title above it implying that everyone deserves a second chance. Good conversation starter db! I am sure that will open the door to an long-lasting relationship.

After living with him for nearly a year, my sister was devasted. That day she moved back in with my parents and me. Next week she will be moving into a home of her own. She is buying her first house. Her feelings toward the place change daily. On one hand she is proud of herself for being able to buy her own place and on the other she is super pissed that she was forced into buying a place of her own. Trying to be a supportive sister, I emailed her today to see if she was going to her house tonight to work on repairs. In the email I also mentioned that I will be stopping at the store to pick up my two least favorite items...razors and tampons...and inquired if she needed anything while I'm there. Her response: a blow up doll.

Now, I am not an expert on these things, but it is my understanding that blow up dolls are primarily female. What could she possibly do with a female blow up doll? Why not ask for a fake fallice of some sort or vibrating device? A blow up doll, hmm. The only logical conclusion that I can come up with is that the db messed with her so much that she is venturing out into the world of homosexuality. For that, I applaude her. I could use another girl in the family to borrow clothes from.

1 comment:

Gypsy Queen said...

Update: My sister is definitely still into men (unfortunately)...she asked if I knew the name of a good male escort service she could use. Instead of turning her on to women, DB turned her on to males that like to wear g-strings. Poor thing.