the universe is against me, exhibit A
kelly | 2 May 2005 - 5:25pm
Today will go down as the day I solicited my husband's boss for sex.
First you need to know a little about this person in order to understand how I could have done this. His name is Rob but I'm going to call him Mr. Mojo because it's too confusing having two people named Rob (FORESHADOWING). I usually refer to him by his last name, but I can't do that here because he is very important and might not appreciate having his last name on a blog that discusses That Hair and cock rings.
Mr. Mojo went to high school with Rob and I, and he and I were close friends our senior year. Mr. Mojo is his nickname because if I had to describe him in one word it would be magnetism. And because he once invited me to an Austin Powers movie and I declined because I'd never heard of it and thought he was saying "Awesome Powers" and assumed it was some stupid action movie about weightlifters or something. (Too bad, because it turns out I completely dig the Austin Powers movies.)
Now Rob and Mr. Mojo work at the same company and Mr. Mojo is Rob's supervisor several levels up. He and I are still friends and have been emailing back and forth lately.
Okay, so this afternoon I typed the following message:
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To: ROB
Subject: love me like a tiger
Ooooh baby, have I got a treat for you when you get home!! My slot...your
insertion...MMMMMMM.
(That's right, I've got a Tiger 10.4 CD in my possession and you get to install it!)
;)
~kel
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(Before you think I'm a complete nut case (what - too late?) you should know that Rob has been very eager for me to get the latest version of Mac OS X for my laptop, and being a geek-genius, the thought of installing it likely excites him almost as much as sex.)
So I sent the email, very pleased with my clever little self. And then, like I always do, I went to my sent mail folder to make sure it went through. And there it was, in all its glory, ADDRESSED TO MR. MOJO. I had typed "Rob" and my email client had auto-completed the address to be Mr. Mojo's instead of Rob's and I didn't notice.
Well fuckity fuck.
Now I know you're thinking that at least Mr. Mojo is someone I know, someone I'm friends with. And certainly that is true. But when a woman emails a man who is not her husband about her slot and his insertion, I'm not sure it really fucking matters to whom it was sent because even in the most convoluted of cases, IT IS NOT OKAY.
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For the record: purring in Geek isn't going to set off the Bonermeter for anybody but other geeks. So, I'm saying you might be OK on this one.
Unless, of course, Mr. Mojo is a geek. But .. whoever heard of a geek named Mr. Mojo? Sheldon, sure. Morton. Walter. Eugene. But Mr. Mojo? I don't think so.
So, you're good.
Of course I'm a computer geek. That's what made it so great. I've been anxiously awaiting the arrival of all the Apple goodies in 10.4. Little did I know that it would come with such fervor...
Oh you clever little sex kitten. I just got my slot inserted this weekend with Tiger 10.4 too. reowr!!!!
kelly loves overt gestures
Soliciting the boss man for sex? K, we gotta get you a hobby.
3 words. Crack. Me. Up.
At least it was Mr. Mojo and not another Rob like [our history teacher]!!
Okay, seriously, that cracked me up. Aren't you just glad it wasn't any more explicit than that?
And now I must go read about That Hair. I don't think I've seen that one yet.
Can it get any worse than this? How did he respond?
Can you do one of those recall-y things?
Probably not.
Fuckity-fuck indeed.
I am sure that the only thing that amused Mr. Mojo more then your email was reading this blog. I only wish that I could techi talk Mr. Mojo...