Monday, April 10, 2006

For my readers: the Date

I think I have solved today's conudrum, thanks to a comment. Here is the best story of the week:

Last week, I went on a date with a stockbroker. This was weird for me. I didn't know he was a stockbroker when we first met, though we did meet in a situation tied to high finance. I guess there was always the outside chance that he was a stockbroker.

The stock market is important to me. I was raised all around it. I really don't know how to respond.

One time, I was on a date and completely out of the blue, right after I made some dirty joke I'm sure, the guy told me he was HIV-positive. It was weird. Obviously, I appreciated his honesty. I would hope that at some point before it becomes critical, everyone who knows of their positive status would let the other person know. But I had barely known this guy. We were only 45 minutes into the date and I wasn't planning on sleeping with him right then. I think there would have been plenty of time in the future for him to drop that one on me. What do you say after something like that? I chose the very best line I could, "I know a lot of positive people. I mean I used to -- er, nervous laughter -- work at the Gay & Lesbian Center. You know -- er -- there are all sorts of people with HIV there. I even lived with one. Not like that though. He was way old." I needed out. So I went to the restroom. Called a friend and told him to call me in 10 minutes. I faked a roommate emergency.

It's St. Matthew the Apostle, buddy!This was similar. I didn't know what to say after I learned this guy was a stockbroker. What did he want from me? Did he want to advise me on trades? Did he want me to help him get out of finance? Wouldn't everything I brought to the table that night about the stock market get in the way of this?

Needless to say, I think I can have stockbrokers as friends, but there's no way in the NYSE's green Earth that I can hook up with a stockbroker. My view of stockbrokers will forever depend on them not dating me.

Plus, how can I bring a stockbroker home to my parents?

Dearest reader: There are a number of clues buried in this post. Can you figure them out? What is this post about? Email me at davis.brianj (at) gmail (dot) com if you think you know!

3 comments:

Damian said...

Where does this stockbroker, um, trade stocks? Here in Los Angeles?

BTW this is why stockbrokers should be allowed to... um, engage in inside trading.

Anonymous said...

Bri- you dogg! You went on a date with a porn star?!?! How was dessert?

Anonymous said...

No worries Bri. MOST of us have dated a porn star at one time. I mean, did he say anything interesting...like...um... "that's too big...I can't do it"?