pssst . . . sweet girl in row R . . . your boyfriend is kinda a tool

I had a big ol' icky flash back over the holiday. And, not the fun kind with all the pretty colors.

The Phenom attended a big time, televised on one of the major networks, sporting event over the holiday. I was distracted by the cute little couple next to me. They appeared to be high school students attending the game with the girl's parents. They both were on the slightly nerdy side (oh, how I recognize that look) and the boy was trying really hard to be "manly." He hadn't really hit that growth spurt that changes teen boys into young men yet . . . and was sporting the grundgiest facial hair growth a teen boy can muster.

The boy blathered on and on and on about pretty much everything. He had that nerdy boy air of having an opinion about everything and being an expert about everything. But, he was actually pretty clueless about the whys and whatfores of the world. I even started to wonder if his knowledge of the sport we were watching came from a quick dust up on the internet once his girlfriend's parents bought the tickets.

As I listened to this young man express his certainty on every bloomin' subject under the sun, I suddenly remembered that this is exactly what Cross-dresser No. 2 was like. Cross-dresser No. 2 was smart. But, he coasted by on his reputation of being smart. He also thought that memorizing trivia made him appear smarter than he actually was. He had an opinion about everything . . . even stuff he didn't know anything about.

And, like a silly little monkey, I hung on every word and thought he was smart. But, it was his "smartness" that finally clued me in that he was full of beans and was the catalyst for my eventual dumping of him.

The Old Woman and I had made a batch of cookies. We were hunting in the cabinets for things to dump into them when we came across some old raisins. We put them in a bit of hot water to plump them and in the cookie batter they went. When Cross-dresser No. 2 tried one of the cookies, immediately he launched into a speech about the fresh raisins and how he just loves fresh raisins and can always tell the difference between fresh and old raisins. (damn, what a tool) It was then I finally realized he was sooooooo full of craaaaapppppppp.

I kinda hope this little girl next to me will someday figure out her boyfriend is full of crap too.