conversations with my grandpa can get quite interesting…
seriously, i can’t make these things up.
this is probably far more humorous if you know my grandpa, but this is still a strange and hilarious conversation nonetheless…
tonight, during a round of games, a conversation with my grandpa went something like this:
grandpa: jen, have you ever heard of christianmingle.com?
me: yeah, i’ve heard of it, why?
grandpa: well, i just thought maybe you should try it. it would be a great way to find a good Christian guy.
me: uh, ok, well, i’m not sure i’ll do that. i’ll find a guy when God brings one along… all in good timing.
grandpa: i’m just saying, it’d be a good way to meet a guy. you don’t have to like them all just because they answer your profile.
me: [blank stare] hah, ok grandpa.
grandpa: you need a boyfriend.
grandpa: aren’t there any single guys at your church??
me: um, well, i think most of the guys around my age are married…
me: grandpa, why are you so eager for me to have a boyfriend?
grandpa: you look lonely.
me: hah! um, thanks?
me: i’m not worried about it grandpa… like i said, all in good timing…
grandpa: hmm, i guess the girls shouldn’t be doing the looking anyway, the guys should be looking for a good girl to marry.
< game play continues on >
< several minutes later >
grandpa: you know, i can think of a few guys at our church who are single.
grandma: a few? who are you thinking of?
grandpa: well, there’s that one boy.
grandpa: maybe we should invite him over for dinner and then invite jen and sadie over, too!
grandma: oh, i don’t think she’d like him. he’s a stinky eater.
???? (seriously… i’m confused at this point.)
me: a stinky eater?? what are we talking about?
mom: she means a picky eater.
me: a picky eater, huh? yeah, not sure that would work. that’s no fun.
grandpa: well, he’s a farmer.
me: interesting. i’m definitely not a morning person.
grandpa: well, i don’t know, he sure looks healthy.
grandpa: i don’t know how he eats, but he must be fine.
grandpa: i don’t think he’s that stinky.
grandpa: i mean, maybe he’s stinky.
grandpa: … he does work in manure.
me: ok, grandpa. sounds like a winner…
grandpa: i don’t think jen is coming to dinner at our house anytime soon…