I had some din-din and drinky-poos with the Professor on Friday night. We went to Coco's. It seems like a place to take someone you're sweet on, and certainly not a place to dine alone (often my default mode), therefore I'd never been. Here's a picture from the street, courtesy of one of my new blog haunts.This guy takes pictures of the starkly nondescript streets of Dayton, OH. He finds some interesting shots, though. Prototypical stuff and he's seriously funny with the captions sometimes. Let's take a scroll down Wyoming Avenue, shall we? And some images so common they could be seen any time of day on any street corner of our quaint little corner of the Midwest. Go Browns! Or whatever. How about this one of a hooker on Xenia Avenue? You mean to tell me dudes will actually pay for this? I'd pay her to get a better haircut and color, maybe. I know, I know, I'm being heartless. I'm sure there's a sad tale of misfortune here, but still, if you're gonna sell it, then sell it, I say. A better cut jean, maybe a flirty sandal with a wedge heel. Check me out. I could so be the Clinton Kelly of meth whores.
Oh, and dinner was nice. But is it too much to ask for sparks? Give me sparks, and I promise that it will be reflected in the tip. Lovely man. Smart man. Successful man. All sentences that could apply to my Dad as well.
My hair dude is wanting to set me up with a friend of a friend (i.e. a stranger). "No! I've seen him on the treadmill at the Y. Seems nice," says Alan. I'm not gonna front. At this point "was seen on exercise equipment and wasn't obviously mean" fits the bill. PS? He's a corrections officer. Me likes the sound of that.