Don't be a creeper.

Oh, hey. Remember when I just decided that posting on Monday wasn't going to be a thing?
My bad.

Sometimes that just happens, you know.
Like playing hookie in school, I suppose you can do it in blog too. Or maybe you can't, but I did and I hope no one sends me to the principal's office.


Today I come to you with a short story about what not to do if you are a single male.
If you aren't a single male (you know, because so many come here and read.) I like to think you can still relate this to your life. Or maybe not, I don't know.

You see, as a single lady, I tend to go out a little more these days which means I get the pleasure of running into some very interesting people on occasion.
And by interesting I mean completely bizarre and off the wall.

A few weeks back I was at my local dive bar when I was approached by a guy, probably in his 40's. He starts telling me about how he just moved in my apartment complex and he's seen me walking my "two little white dogs" before.
He also apologized for his "Pods", which sat outside the backdoor of my apartment for what seemed like 2 weeks.

If you're getting a creepy vibe, you're correct.

Then this creeper proceeds to show me photos of his Labradoodle, declaring that she is the "main lady" in his life.

At this point I didn't know if I should drink faster or run.
I opted for drinking faster. Much faster.


And then the creepiest part of the whole night happened.
Creep Nasty comes back from the bathroom and grabs my foot as he walks by.

No, just no.

The moral of this story is, don't grab other people's extremities if you don't know them.
Or tell them about your "main lady", aka your Labradoodle.
Or creep them out, just in general.

And that's all I've got for you today.
Over and out.