Bear411 Silliness

[bjarvis]

I was in Crate & Barrel yesterday afternoon when co-trailer trash jearbear65oh calls my cell phone.

"Are you near a computer?" he asked.

"Um, nope. But there's some lovely pie plates to my left if you're interested."

"Maybe another time. When you get a chance, go to Bear411 and look up the profile of bear511."

"Why are you on Bear411 at 2:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday? Go outside and get some exercise. Come back to it at 2 AM like everyone else."

"Never mind why I'm on right now. Just go look as soon as you can." *click*

When Jeff and I returned to his place, we looked up the profile in question:
"Bear511 - San francisco | CALIFORNIA | USA
Hi! My Name is Mark. I am a Bottom.
I Can Speak: -English-"

Fine & unexceptional, except the photo is that of my dear husband, kent4str circa 1996. He's a little greyer now than he was then --10 years with me will do that to a person-- but that's him.

I'm so tempted to mess with Mark... "Great photo! Got any more? No? That's a shame, but hey look, I have photos of at our campsite! At our thanksgiving party! At our wedding!"

kent4str is still trying to decide if he's amused, angry or just annoyed. I'm choosing the amused option, but then again, it's not my photo. I wonder if anyone has ever used one of mine. And I wonder what this Mark actually looks like.

Comments

[stormecho.livejournal.com]

A few years ago we attended a dance in Gaithersburg and you guys came by to check it out. Lynette and Takeuchi were calling. Our friends Robert and Chuck were dancing and we introduced you. Some days later Robert sends me that picture of Kent that he received via a yahoo group that he subscribes to. "Is this your friend?", he says. Yup. I just figured your floating your pics around for others to enjoy. Who knew it was stolen goods?