Have you ever had a funky habit that someone notices enough to make a name for?
I have one called “boy-looking.”
No it’s not some metro-sexual, trans-gendered, googly-eyed perv-term. It’s what my wife calls what I do when I look for something I’ve misplaced. And apparently it’s so bad that I’ve managed to include the entire male race into the trademark.
I’m just that good.
Take my new pair of glasses for example. They’d been missing for about a week after we had some dates to play on the road. I hadn’t seen them since we got home, and after looking in my toiletry kit, both vehicles, my office, my night stand, my bookshelf, and my home desk, I decided they were lost.
Until I get a text from Jennifer.
“Look what I found. They were under your night stand.” Attached was this picture of my glasses.
Verdict? I “boy-looked” for them.
It means I didn’t look thoroughly enough. I glanced here and there, then ruled out ever finding them. It drives my wife nuts. And it drives me nuts because she finds stuff in places I’ve sworn I’ve looked in three times prior.
For over eight years I’ve tried getting better at this, but I can’t seem to make any improvement. You got any tips for me my faithful readers? Or do you suffer from the same sickness? And what’s your quirky habit some’s trademarked?
And for all you married ladies out there, you can now better relate to my poor wife when she hears me yell from another room, “Hey hon, have you seen my __________?” ch: