This is not my doctor.

I had an MRI this week for some random weird crap that's been going on with my mistreated body.
I am sure everything is ok, because it usually is, but it made me think about dating and being sick.

It would suck.

Finding a partner involves putting your best foot forward - applying make up, wearing lingerie, not farting (Zeitgeisty clearly excludes himself from this social norm), being positive, not talking about your whack mother etc etc

Now, unless you've hooked yourself up with someone with a variant of Münchausen syndrome, being a sick puppy and not in a good way doesn't increase one's chances of dating success I imagine.

On a date "your hair is beautiful"
"err, watch this space. That might be changing"

"Your tits are amazing"
"Thanks, although I am about to get a whole new look"

And so on and so forth.

But no one wants to die alone do they?

I imagine this is when the extreme contingency fuck kicks in. Or at least dating someone that you're just not that in to, but who cares for you. This could be an instance when the nice guy does get the girl.

A date from a while back was trying to set up a booty call, but logistics kept getting in the way. One of them was my MRI and resultant evening of juggling kids and my schedule. I wasn't going to get into the details of why I wasn't available, but it wound up being easier to tell him. I asked if he still wanted a booty call. He said "oh yeah. I'd still want to do you even if you were dying".

I found it weirdly touching.
Clealy I have a brain tumour.

 

Here are some I made earlier:
Do your friends hook you up?
Is size everything?
King dong and kizz volume
Prostitues - yay or nay?
The female orgasm
Fabulous at 40, the reprise
Slim, petite or average?