Missed Connections

Where: The no-bling Giant Supermarket

Me: Ruggedly handsome Non-repulsive 29 35-year old man causes women to swoon only sometimes makes babies cry with his face, smiling stupidly wide, riding shopping cart like it’s a big mutant skateboard, driving away in convertible with the top down and waving hands in the air (cuz there’s no roof, see?) and laughing like a moron.

You: You? Who gives a crap about you? It’s 58 degrees in mid-February. I left my coat in the trunk, put the top down on the convertible and didn’t even need to wear a hat. It’s so nice outside I don’t even mind that in 72 hours it’s probably going to be one of the coldest days of the entire winter, and the following day we might have snow.

In fact I think that maybe even makes me like it better.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.

Hmm, guess I just did.

My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.


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