Fucking hell..weirdest date last night. Not only did the guy I met look way too similar to the guy I dated last year (who broke my heart), he interrupted us making out to apply some sort of cream to an in grown hair below my chin that manifested itself in a pimple (whatever, it happens). Like...really?
Whatever...I left his place (unfulfilled sexually) at 6:45AM to go home and remove my contacts, to say nothing of my "honor", before I go into work today. Oh, and he had a tiny dog that he insisted sleep in his bed (I accidentally kicked it a few times) and freaked out when I spilled a glass of water off the nightstand...even though his bedroom resembled Sarajevo circa 1993.
But he did live right off the beach, in an old converted hotel. And as I left this morning to begin my walk of shameful shame, I snapped the above picture, which I really like (even though it's not 100% in focus). The cab ride home was the best $13 I may have ever spent.