Budlight's Real Men of Genius

I love those radio commercials. Today I heard the one about "Mr. Big Snake Owner."
...(Narrator's voice) It doesn't hurt to be known around town as the Man with the Big Snake.
(girls singing) "36 inches"

lol

I love it.

Back in 99 during my 'dating spree,' I was introduced to a man (Frank Kooker) who worked for Dupont in Fayetteville. Made mega bucks and was a single dad. Seems the mom ran off with some guy when his son was just a little bitty babe. First impression wasn't all that great. I felt him eye-rating me and I didn't feel comfortable. But he asked me out and I was encouraged to go to dinner with him--dinner wouldn't hurt me. So we went to an upscale restaurant in Fayetteville.

Nice dinner. He told me stories of his business travels. The only one that stands out now...after all this time is when he lived in one of the Arabic countries and how the camels hated him. They would try to chase him and spit on him. He got away most of the time. It was kinda of funny but he didn't find humor in it. So I stifled my laughter and bit down on the jokes that wanted to spill out. After dinner, we went back to his place. I didn't stay long--made some excuses and left. He was very upset. Told me he expected me to spend the night.

Sex for dinner? Nooooooooooooooooooo wayyyyyyyyyyy.

I didn't return his calls. I wasn't impressed with him at all. But the person who introduced us called me and said I should at least go out one more time....just to make sure I really didn't like him. I relented and gave Frank Kooker, whom I mentally referred to as Frank Kukie (as in loco), another chance. We grilled out this time. His son was there. A cutie pie of 9. Thin and frail looking.

While Frank grilled the steaks, I hung out with the boy and his friend. They asked me to play PS2 with them...some kind of fighting game between Mario, Donkey Kong and other characters. It didn't take long to figure it out and soon I was kicking their asses. The boys looked at each other and said, "A girl beat us!" I loved it. lol

And Frank...well he was tossing down beer and getting trashed. We ate and after the meal. I made an excuse to leave. Frank was pissed.

"You're married. That's why you won't stay the night."

"What??? I'm not married."

"There's a man that answers the phone."

"That's my brother. I told you that my handicapped brother stays with me. Do you think if he was my husband that he would turn the phone over to me without question? I can't believe you."

"Then why won't you spend the night."

"I don't know you that well. We've only been out 2 times and I think we've had 3 short phone chats."

"So?"

"So I don't spend the night with someone just because its expected. There has to be more and if I have to explain it..." I let the sentence trail because I realized the conversation was going no place.

"I'm looking for a mother for my son. And one of the requirements is good sex--nothing kinky just plain ole good sex. I need to find out if you are good before I invest too much time and money on you."

"Bye Frank."

I left. Never talked to him again. He was a budlight guy. And no real genius.