and why do I want to date him when it seems that others just hate him. Why the IJC you will all ask, well for one reason, he likes girls in boots, albeit less than girls in tight tank tops.
You know, I wasn't named the person most likely to be charged with stalking back in high school for nothing ya know...........
Ya, I know he may sound like a curmudgeon before his time, but I think that is just a defense mechanism or more than likely, his schtick to get the girls.
The problem is that the author of the IJC keeps himself anonymous, so I had to stake out Murray Hill, specifically the Windsor Court. Damn You, IJC man.
So, after waiting on Third Ave between E 31st and E 32nd for two days while wearing various disguises (why by the way, are there three streets between Third Avenue and Fifth Avenue? Shouldn't Fifth Avenue be like Seventh Avenue? But I digress...) I saw the man who I thought to be the author of the IJC. I was pretty sure it was him. Not because of his long graceful stride or his Semitic good looks, but because of the gaggle of girls nipping at his heels. Yes, despite his reported fumblings with the female kind, it is purported that IJC man is quite the ladies man............how I longed to be his one and only. Based on my experience, the second best way to get the ladies is to tell them stories about how bad you are at "getting them". The only better way to land the babes it use the "gay strategy", and tempt those with double X chromosomes to try and convert you. It takes a confident man to implement this strategy and I have seen many go down in flames.
Luckily, one day, the purported IJC man walked by me and dropped a bottle of water from which he had been drinking into the garbage right beside where I was standing. Talk about a DNA bonanza! Worse comes to worst, if I can't land the IJC man, I can at least clone him.
Not being to familiar with the semi-popular sport of dumpster diving, I wasn't too sure how to fish this DNA treasure trove out of the garbage and just as I was about to stick my hand in garbage and grab the bottle, a homeless man pushed me out of the way and grabbed an armful of garbage, including my precious IJC bottle.
Ack! What to do? I needed that bottle. I tried asking for it nicely. I tried the ever popular crying method, but that didn't work with this hardened homeless man. That bottle was worth money to him. So I did what any reasonable person would do in this situation. I bought it from him..........for a whole 25 cents.
So after a quick DNA analysis, I quickly found out a pile of information about the the man, like his name, shoe size, second grade teacher and set out to do some additional fact finding before making the final play for the man behind the IJC. So I spoke to a number of people who know the man and here is what they said:
"The IJC, never knew the guy" - The IJC's best friend in grade school;
"The IJC, I had such a crush on him in tenth grade. If things don't work out between the two of you, have him give me a call or hell even if things do work out between the two of you, give me a call, if you are into that sort of thing." - Ugly girl from The IJC's 10th grade english class who now works part time at Hooters and part time as a soft core porn movie actress;
"The IJC had a wonderful voice, he should have been a cantor" - The IJC's bar mitzvah instructor;
"The IJC, he was our best customer. Did he finally get exhusted?" - Condom store owner in the town where the IJC when to university;
"Tell that bastard he can have that crappy mixed CD he made me. What kinda guy likes Air Supply? REO Speedwagon was one thing. Journey was tolerable, but Air Supply? Did he really think I would give it up for Air Supply?" - The IJC's summer camp girl friend when he was 16 discussing the compliation CD he made for her at the end of the summer.
"Oy, I wish you crazy girls would stop calling here looking for The IJC. He hasn't lived here in years. When you finally do speak with him, tell him to clean up his room and call his aunt Yeta, she is recovering from bunion surgery." - The IJC's mother
Bunions? The IJC has a family history of bunions? Infatuation over. I can put up with a lot of eccentricities (including listening to Air Supply) in a guy, but the potential of ugly feet is just too much as my 5th resolution of 2006 was to get rid of all of the ugly feet in my life (even if they aren't in my life yet or have yet to materialize on the person, that's called being proactive you know). Too bad cuz he likes boots.
Oh well, what could have been. Sigh.............
xoxo,
Shoelover
***Disclaimer: All event in this posting are fictional, except for the Air Supply thingy. Ok, that is fictional too. No one under the age of 40 admits to listening to Air Supply. I have never nor will I ever stalk "The IJC"
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