which_chick | (no subject)

For those late to the party, TJ is a friend of mine, twenty years (give or take) younger than I am. We don't have a whole lot in common, really, but I fix his computer and he takes my shit. We discuss things. He gives me music. I give him music. Last time I fixed his computer, I installed a lovely, pink, Disney Princesses desktop. He thought that was hysterical. (His what-we-will-call-a-girlfriend-for-lack-of-a-better-word's roommate did not understand about the Pink Disney Princesses Desktop and was somewhat confused upon discovering same. TJ does not look like a Pink Disney Princesses Desktop sort of a guy. If he *did* look like a Pink DIsney Princesses Desktop sort of a guy, I'd have chosen something Goth or perhaps a NASCAR backdrop.)

So. That's TJ. He chats with me on Facebook. Here is the text of one such chat.

Him: hi there

Me: Hi.

Him: how r u

Me: Fine, fine. You doing anything interesting?

Him: i'll be makin some kind of bacon

Me: You're making bacon? Is that an entendre?

Him: not yet. what is entendre

Me: A double entendre is a thing that has more than one meaning. Like, for example: "Last night I was really laying some pipe." Not, y'know, doing plumbing. The other "laying some pipe".

Him: exactly

Me: So when you say "making bacon" are you actually talking about messing with pork bellies or is this some new-fangled phraseology for fucking? 'cause I'm fine either way, but actually more interested in the pork bellies.

Him: its not new. but no not pork bellies

(The conversation then veered off in other directions. What you have above is the interesting part, such as it is.)

*sigh*

Pork bellies would have been more interesting. Almost everybody has sex. Very few people set out to turn uncured pork bellies into bacon.

I'm getting old.