Last Night's Date

Here's Reason Number 2,192 of the captivating series "Why I'm Dying Alone" -


After knowing me for two hours, my date last night called me, and I
quote, an "educated putz."

Eh...I've been called worse.

Sheer Horror/Abject Disgust

Had a date last night - nothing to write home about (or blog) but my favorite part was her face going a hazy shade of ashen white when I told her that i turned down a gig that woulda paid me 30% more because I decided I'm happy where I am (i'll never work 8-8) and i'm a "work to live..not live to work" kinda guy.

I can only describe her expression as a mixture of sheer horror mixed with abject disgust.

Awesome....

Rock On,

Aitch