Thursday, March 29, 2007

Being a Swinger Just Isn't Enough For Me

Standing over a co-workers desk after a long, loopy day at work. We’re looking at website after website, trying to find the perfect photographer to shoot the perfect portrait on a perfect California soundstage.

An image of rows and rows of garden gnomes popped up. I squealed.

“You like garden gnomes, I see,” my co-worker smirked.

“I’m a little obsessed with them right now,” I agreed.

“They’re kinda creepy,” he glanced sideways at me.

“No…they’re great. My boyfriend thinks they’re creepy too, but I keep trying to change his mind.”

“That sounds kind of kinky,” he laughed.

“Yea, I’ve been told that under no uncertain terms will I be bringing a garden gnome into bed with us.” I quipped, without thinking.

“I see,” my coworker looked afraid.

“I MEANT, he has a garden, and I think a gnome would look good in it,” I stammered.

He just raised his eyebrows and changed the subject.

Too late. My co-worker now thinks I have some weird garden gnome sex fetish. Awesome.

2 comments:

5 of 9er said...

I am sure you made his day... he probably had really f-ed up dreams. :)

i like cheese said...

I guess I shouldn't tell him about my threesome the other night with Igby the Cat and Butterscotch the Bear.