I know I am, but what are you?

You’re weird.

I hear this sentence at least once a week. It’s usually because of some comment I’ve made that the person who said this to me is too afraid to utter out loud themselves. Or it’s because of something I’ve done that’s a little off center and people don’t know how to react.

You’re weird.

Let me give you an example. My earliest memory of someone saying this to me was when I was 18. I was working for Casual Corner, a now defunct women’s clothing store, and the manager, Lilly, used to tell me this all the time. One Halloween, the girls in the store were going to have a costume party and everyone was discussing what they were going to be.

“I’m going to be a pussycat and wear a black leotard with a tail attached,” said cute blonde Debby.

“I’m going to buy a sexy French maid outfit,” chimed in Lilly.

“I’m going to be a Playboy bunny and have bunny ears and a fluffy ball of a tail,” said buxom Carla.

“I’m going to be a monster. I’ll wear a man’s suit and a monster mask and no one will know it’s me!” I excitedly reported.

You’re weird.

I realize that I look at the world a little differently than most but I think it’s far more interesting this way. It is for me, at least. And I know it throws people off because I look so...well...normal.

Well, if being weird is wrong, I don’t wanna be right!

I jokingly said to a friend that I should post a personal ad with a link to my blog and if someone still wants to meet me after they read it, we might actually have a chance together. Because what you see here is what you get.

I met this manly man firefighter back in the Fall and we went out a few times. Well, here’s the background.

Manly man and I have been in a texting relationship for a little while now so I decided to put my theory to the test.

Hey, I typed, check out my blog and I gave him the address.

Then I waited.

Will he think it’s funny?

Will he be offended?

Will he respond back at all?

About 5 minutes later, I got my response:

You’re weird. And hysterical. I love it! (paraphrased-I actually think he said I was messed up)

Now that he’s been following my blog for four weeks, I think he’s gotten to know me pretty well and that was evidenced by his comment to me yesterday.

God, you’re a mess.

Yes! He gets me. He really gets me. sniff sniff

I just hope I don't develop carpal tunnel before I see him again..