Mr. GoodTime

Our next stop in the happy tour that is M's Ex-Boyfriends: A Retrospective, might well be familiar to some of you. You might have even dated him, or at least some hybrid form. Ladies and gents, I present Mr. GoodTime.

M and Mr. GoodTime were together on and off for a few years. You know, because sometimes his search for a good time took him elsewhere, and periodically M felt that, indeed, one can have too much of a good time.

Unlike Beefcake! (see previous post), Mr. GoodTime wasn't all bad. He was pretty fun, and although he was somewhat of a manchild, that can be endearing for a few minutes at least. Here are a few fun facts about Mr. GoodTime, as I remember him:

- He always had tickets to see The Tragically Hip, and contemplated following them around, Grateful Dead style.
- His jeans were that too-pale blue circa 1994, with frayed cuffs.
- He would "drive" two hours to pick up M in his souped-up Ski Doo, but his actual car was a piece of shit.
- He usually wore the free T-shirts that come inside of cases of beer. 'Cause hey, free shirt.
- He was always up for a weekend 'shroom adventure.
- His idea of culture was collecting the caps from international (i.e., American) beers that he'd tried.
- He lived with his parents, in the basement, and wasn't about to leave until some woman made an honest man of him.

Luckily, M refused on that last one.

This is some random guy I met once at a beer festival (shut up, M), and although he isn't Mr. GoodTime, he reminds me of him a lot.


Note that this type, when not wearing a beer shirt, is often sans shirt.

I was a little sad to see Mr. GoodTime go. I was underage at the time, and he was most useful.