I've had a crap day.

First, Jay was in from NY and stopped by my house yesterday while I was at work. Troy forgot to get his phone number so I had no way to get in touch with him before his flight out.

Second, WHY GOD WHY is it that anytime I go anywhere I always attract the old bald guy with the fanny pack? Baldness I like but not fanny packs!!! If you have a fanny pack in public I WILL NOT SLEEP WITH YOU! (Okay, there was that one but I learned my lesson already). Tara and I were at Friday's (yuck) having dinner & drinks and this Old Fanny Pack wearing guy kept coming up to our table and trying to talk to me. He kept butting in on our private conversation! And he was wearing sweatpants. Okay, where do I begin as to the subject of why you don't wear sweats in public if you are a guy? I'll just say they weren't big enough or thick enough or whatever because I could totally see his Weiner. He was so obviously commando because there it was, bobbin' at me.
Finally I snapped.
"Sorry Grandpa, Not interested!"




And he could have been the man of my dreams!

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