Friday, April 10, 2009
And the wanker of the week award goes to...
Trevor of Spokane, Wash.
Trevor was supposed to meet up with a friend of mine who met him online, after a few weeks of exchanging e-mails and talking.
He decided at the last minute to change the location of their meet-up (not an official date, mind you) because of ... a ... drum roll... game he wanted to watch!
Mind you, my biological mother once divorced a man because he left the game on their TV all weekend, every weekend...
So this, in my book, earns Trevor the wanker award.
But it gets better (wankier?)
He won't give my friend his address so they can meet. (Trevor: do you, like, live in the Smurf village or something? Up the bean stalk perhaps? Do you need to hide from the daylight, secretly being a vampire? Or do you live with someone already? Why the secrecy?)
She, being smart, sees a red flag and says forget it.
He, being an ass, e-mails her and says he is "really disappointed" and that she should "be ashamed of herself."
(Wankier and wankier...)
Then ... most pathetic and wankiest of all ... he e-mails here AGAIN and says, "Uh, if I give you my address, you still wanna go out?"
Don't think so!
So Trevor, this award is for you. You've earned it in oh so many ways.
PS This being my lunch break, I didn't think it was wise to search Google images for "wanker," so I will leave you with Tink instead.