Of course I’d like to write post after post about how horrible I find it that Trump won, but I know my place in Web land: I write about douchebags my friends and I have dated, not douchebags who were elected.
But I honestly believe that if you voted for Trump, you need serious therapy (AND need to travel abroad).
Because you hate people you’ve never even met.
How is that possible?
Entire groups of people who have done nothing to you and have done nothing wrong.
(Insert peanut gallery: I DON’T HATE PEOPLE I’VE NEVER MET! I JUST DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY WORLD LEADER HAVING THAT MINDSET!!! I’M ACTUALLY A GOOD PERSON!!!)
You just told the world—and the next generation—that that is OK.
Anyway. I’m exhausted.
Do you know who else is exhausted? People who have mono.
Remember mono? Is mono is still a thing???
All I remember about mono from college is that it was embarrassing to get because it was the “kissing disease” but also beneficial because if you got it, you would lose ten pounds.
Because you’re too tired to eat and your throat is swollen.
According to WebMD, i.e. the hypochondriac’s bible, mono is mostly found in teens and young (college age) adults.
Or very old people who have compromised immune systems.
But, it surfaced last week in a healthy 36-year-old man!!!
Lol kissing disease.
It was a very weird encounter between Greg, the guy from Tinder with Mono, and my friend Melissa.
Greg and Melissa met online and then in real life and had a fantastic (and healthy) night together. And then Greg dropped the news that he actually lives three hours away and was only in town on business.
He agreed that they had a great night and a great connection and that he’d come back to town the following weekend so they can recreate the magic. Melissa was excited.
But after texting for two days about how he was going to book a room at a posh new boutique hotel downtown, Melissa called Greg on Wednesday to talk about the weekend details and he told her some bad news.
“I can’t make it,” he said. “I think I have mono.”
(Uhhh random self-diagnosis.)
“Oh no!” Melissa said, wondering if now SHE had mono.
Then she added, playfully, “Who have you been kissing?”
That’s when Greg went off.
“NOBODY! I HAVEN’T BEEN KISSING ANYBODY, UNLESS YOU COUNT MY DOG!” he said.
“Or…except for me,” Melissa said.
Greg didn’t respond.
“Hey, woah, I was just joking…” Melissa said. “Because it’s called the ‘kissing disease…’”
(UHHH, also he’s on Tinder; let’s not pretend he’s not kissing people, possibly college girls.)
“Well I don’t think it’s very funny!” Greg said.
Then…OMG…Melissa said he started YELLING.
“I DON’T APPRECIATE YOU NOT BELIEVING ME!” he said. “So I’m NOT going to come in town this weekend. I’m CANCELLING THE HOTEL ROOM!”
“I don’t appreciate you not believing me.”
Umm. Believing what? That he got mono from his dog or that he wasn’t kissing other people?
Now Melissa felt sick.
Who was this angry person who went off on a joke???
Was this how he acted when he was sick?
Wait…was there even a hotel room booked?
Melissa froze. “Ok, well, feel better…” she said, truly disappointed.
She texted him a few times over the weekend with the soup emoji and everything but got no response.
Now, a month later, she hasn’t heard from Greg since.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: Maybe he died from mono-related spleen-bursting complications!!! (thanks WebMD)
No. Of course, his Tinder profile has been active since then.
Melissa’s feelings were pretty hurt when she noticed.
WTF did she do??
Why couldn’t he have been honest??
Why couldn’t Greg have said, “Look, I’m basically a sleaze, I have no idea what I’m talking about, I yell at people for doing nothing wrong and make them feel really bad about themselves.”
I don’t know, in today’s world, that type of honesty would get him elected.