I’m cracking up right now, and it’s because of my weather chic. Allow me to explain before everyone thinks I’ve lost the remainder of my mind.
I’m watching the morning news, and they’re covering a story of how a pregnant woman met a guy on Tinder. She was very pregnant, like 7 months pregnant, but apparently dude was with it.
So, they get to their 4th date, chic goes into labor, has the baby, dude takes a week off of work to help her get settled with the baby. Stays with her, they’re still together, the baby calling him Dad.
Aaaw moment, right?
No, the weather chic and I are both feeling snarky, because I am making a cup of coffee and say “and I can’t even get a second date”, and she says, on-air, “and I can’t even get a call back”.
I’m dying right now.
So, I feel a lot better about being the dateless wonder at the moment. The weather girl is gorgeous, and if she can’t get a call back, then dammit, what is happening in this world? Do we need to find guys with fetishes for whatever we represent? Like, she needs a guy with a clicker fetish, I need one who gets his rocks off at the sounds of keys clacking?
Possibly.
I’m copying her on this column, just so she’s aware that she made my day. So, weather girl, I’m with you on this one. What in the hell is happening in this world, and why are we the last of the singles still cracking jokes about it?
I’m with you, girl. It’s pretty funny, and more power to the pregnants out there finding baby daddies in online dating. I’m just gonna kick it over here with the funny singles, and enjoy my morning coffee.
Send me a cup of coffee, I'll keep bringing you weather girl jokes.
LMFAO