Repost – Dude! Seriously?!

Happy Take Me Back Thursday (Yeah, yeah, I know it’s typically referred to as Throwback Thursday. Blame it on the rebel in me!).

Most of you know I LURVV my dudes at The Male Observation Lab. Truth is, they’re such a huge part of my life. But don’t tell them that! One of my greatest fears is that, if I ever leave, La Muse will punish me, shunning the bourbon and cigars I offer, and refusing to produce a single word of story again. *nods head* She’d really do that! Besides, the dudes are smart and funny and chock full of writing inspiration. Check it out….

One of the joys of working in The Male Observation Lab (aka, the day-job), is the incredible opportunity to peek into guy-lives.  Kind of like viewing males in their natural habitat – with tools, and dirt, and equipment but with the added bonus of getting paid to do it.  🙂  IMAG0565

And this writer’s brain . . . Just . . . Doesn’t. . . Turn. . . Off.  It’s like a hound dog searching for story.  Which is precisely what happened when I came across Mr. X (obviously not his real name) recently.

Now, guys being who they are, he refused to tell me how the twenty-seven staples appeared on his head.  He even demanded his work buddies not say a word.  *Insert pout* Of course, he had no idea he was talking to a writer.  We are a special breed.  We spin stories out of any stroke of inspiration.

So in the middle of the day, my muse sucked down some beer, lit up a fresh cigar, and took it upon herself to do what she does best: make something up.  I now present five possible ways Mr. X ended up with a stapled head:

1.  Mild-mannered construction-type dude by day, Mr. X is really a secret agent running covert ops in our part of the Pacific Northwest.  His latest assignment: pose as a drag queen in order to infiltrate a smuggling ring of car thieves.  Unfortunately, he had yet to master the “art of the walk” in his four-inch stilettos and in a thigh-high-slit maxi skirt, let alone the running part.  So while he chased after the bad guys, trying to stay on their trail, he stepped into a deep sidewalk crack and fell backwards.  And that’s when his head struck the bumper of his secret agent car, which automatically dialed his status to headquarters.  When back-up arrived, he was out cold, and the thugs made off with his new Manolo Blahniks. . .. the swines!

2.  Even though he’s a no-nonsense construction-type dude, Mr. X has a soft spot – for kittens.  (Awww!)  When he woke up one morning, he heard the frightened mewl of the newest addition to his menagerie of twenty-three cats.  Poor thing was stuck up a tree in his front yard.  Rather than take the time to call the fire department for help (because, hey, he’s a dude), he shimmied up sixteen feet until he reached the scrawny, wide-eyed, fluffy white kitten he’d named Pumpkin Pie (PP).  She was perched at the end of a limb, with her gaze trailed downward.  Her painful mewl tore at this heart.  He had to save her!  But as he reached for her, PP leapt.  While she safely landed feet first on the ground, Mr. X did not.

3.  Like any hot-blooded American male, Mr. X loves his woman.  And he’d do anything to defend her.  At a recent visit to their favorite watering hole, some other dude commented on Mr. X’s woman’s lack of grace at the pool table.  Mr. X let that one slide.  After all, his love for her doesn’t depend on her ability to win a few bucks at pool.  But when Other Dude insulted the size of her well-endowed chest, well. . .  that one was a little hard for Mr. X to let pass.  After all, he’d paid for those!  So he insulted Other Dude’s woman with a comment about her mustache.  Trading insults soon devolved into a screaming match.  And the screaming match further devolved into a fight.  Involving fists.  And chairs.  And a trip to Emergency Department. . ..

4.  Mr. X has a secret.  One that even his closest friends don’t know.  Like me, Mr. X is a romance writer.  (Although, he’s famously known as erotica author Candi Lishious with over a million books sold.  Go, Candi!)  Mr. X, aka Candi, likes to work through scenes in his/her novel to make sure they’re doable.  (Don’t judge.  We all have a process!)  One particularly tough scene involved a stepladder and a chandelier, and Mr. X/Candi wasn’t sure it was physically possible, so of course, he/she had to try it.  Unfortunately, the ladder had a busted rung.  Mr. X/Candi  swung his left leg out, and the rung snapped.  (You should’ve listened to your company’s safety person – just sayin’!)  The stepladder toppled, and Mr. X/Candi hit the edge of the kitchen counter on the way down.  So, yeah, that scene didn’t work out too well. . ..

5.  Mr. X, mild construction-type dude by day, is also lead guitarist for a local rock band, The Swing and Sting.  He loves the wild nights of rock and roll, and the groupies that hang around afterwards.  Being single has its perks!  One night, he snuck into the alleyway that separated the club from the Church of Immediate Redemption, for a quick smoke.  And that’s when he heard it.  Felt it.  That creepy weird feeling that trailed down his spine whenever SHE got close.  He reached for something, anything to use as a weapon against HER, while at the same time he searched for the door handle behind him.  And from the shadows emerged a figure, huge, and intimidating with wings spread wide.  It was the dragon-creature from his childhood nightmare.  The same one that continued to threaten to pluck him from the present, and then drop him into an alternate reality.  All these years Mr. X had been able to thwart the beast, had been able to defend himself from it.  This time, he’d had enough.  He liked his construction-type dude / rock band guitarist life, thank you very much, and he was sick and tired of defending it!  So with his bare hands, he lunged. . .. And if you think the twenty-seven staples look awful, suffice it to say the SHE dragon’s out of commission for good.

*Sigh* La Muse was thoroughly entertained!

So.  What do you think happened to Mr. X?



3 thoughts on “Repost – Dude! Seriously?!

  1. The thing to do is to threaten to TELL people around him that it’s one of those scenarios you came up with, Melia, unless he tells you. But only if you want to know, because it’s probably something boring, like he got drunk, tripped, and fell backward, none of which is nearly as interesting as what you’ve come up with!

  2. Thanks for making me laugh this morning. Actually, this is what REALLY happened.

    Mr. X decided he wasn’t getting enough respect at work. He was a tough guy but always being put on the not so tough jobs (e.g., sweeping away debris or guiding the trucks in for deliveries). He decided to change is appearance and went downtown to get a metal mohawk.

    It was painful getting those spikes put into his head, but that was okay because it proved his toughness. He returned to the job and scared the s&*# out of everyone the first day. After describing why he did it, the guys put him on upper story work. Hanging out on metal beams 50 feet in the air and guiding other metal into place to create a tall multi-story office building.

    Sitting high above the ground, Mr. X surveyed the area with a feeling of pride. He noticed a beautiful young woman on the ground looking up at him and waving frantically. He smiled back, letting her know he was definitely interested. She waved even more frantically, hopping from one foot to the other.

    He stood and balanced himself on the beam, displaying his six pack abs at their best advantage for her to see. He mimed dinner by gsturing eating food and then pointed at her and back and himself. Then mimed the number seven–his let’s-meet-later gesture.

    Her eyes widened in horror and she put her hands over her face.


    Mr. X fell backward, his head throbbing. The safety harness stopped him and held him upside down, his arms flailing for something to grab he watched as each of his eight metal spikes dislodged and fell to the ground with blood dripping after them.

    When he was lowered to the ground, the woman ran to his side and applied pressure to his head while his construction partners called the ambulance.

    As he drifted into oblivion, he heard her say “Heavy Metal is so 80’s. Call me for an update. He felt her hand in his pocket as she kissed him on the forehead before the paramedics loaded him on the stretcher.

    As the morphine kicked into the I.V., he closed his eyes to the sound of Motorhead’s “Love me Forever.”

  3. He was enjoying a hot shower with that special someone when he slipped on a bar of soap and hit his head on the faucet. Oh wait, you’re romance author, he’d probably have happily shared that story with you. Unless of course, he was afraid you’d write about it. But you’d never do that right? Enjoyed the post! You do have a good imagination, Melia.

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