The Artist, The Writer, and The BartenderThree friends are at bar.
Two of them are single.
One is a writer, one is an artist, and the last one is a bartender.
One night, the bartender asks them which of them could create the perfect woman.
The writer and the artist both think they could create a better woman than the other.
The artist argues that he could create a woman whose very image would give a feeling of euphoria.
While, the writer argues that he could create a woman so amazing that dreaming of her wouldn't be enough.
The artist then laments that he could never give enough personality to woman that a writer could.
While, the writer laments that he could never see his perfect woman with his own eyes, unlike an artist.
Perplexed and angered by the initial question, the two ask the bartender how he would create the perfect woman.
The bartender gets up, walks over to a woman nearby, and then proposes to her.
The woman says yes and the whole bar erupts in cheers.
The bartender then turns his head to the writer and the artist
That One RoomHe lived in his parent’s house on the second floor. Sure, it had no door, but he learned to deal with it. He loved his cozy bed, the weird painting he won from a French guy in Germany, and the signature desk which he used to display the coolest snoopy mug ever. For 15 years he had spent most of his life in that room and every single day, his brothers and sisters would pass by his door… and nod. He liked the nodding and he liked how it made him feel welcome and warm. He had always tried to acknowledge the nod, but he felt like saying nothing made him seem cooler. Like a silent action hero that walks away from an explosion that could have resulted in a grizzly fate, a fate that the action hero avoided. Also, he knew the mug was a joke, but it was the thought that counted.
In her house there is a single empty room on the second floor with no door. Inside is a single bed with no sheets, a painting only she knew the origin of, and a desk with snoopy mug she told me she ha