Dan Bursts My Bob Bubble

Why, Dan?  Why?  Why did you feel it necessary to Google my Bob?

It’s the Tooth Fairy and Santa all over again.

Oh Bob!  You are nothing like the ‘avuncular, slightly weathered guy with a twinkle in his eye on the next barstool who strikes up a witty and intelligent conversation and despite the fact that he’s drinking Bud Light you can’t help but be slightly attracted to him’ figure I imagined from listening to your voice. 
 
Surely you look like this.



But no, you’re a 49 year old CANADIAN who lives in Nanaimo and does voiceovers for the Weather Channel.




I may need long term psychotherapy.  At least he has a cute dog.  But Dan, fair warning, you  have a long uphill climb ahead of you.

Comments

  1. Jim BNovember 17, 2021 at 11:39 AM

    Given having already proudly affixed a face to a person you have never seen, there should be a word or phrase that describes the astonishment produced in this situation when your expectations are dashed. Perhaps, "What!?" or "Crikey!" or "Run!"

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  2. Diane WuNovember 18, 2021 at 3:14 AM

    A form of Catfishing? Shaggy dogs are beautiful. Not shaggy men. Maybe, he'd improve upon a visit to his dog groomer.

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    1. Trailer Trash MamaNovember 18, 2021 at 5:59 AM

      Maybe, but he’s supposed to be older and more weathered/experienced. Fortunately we’ve come to the end of the road now with Bob.

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