So I am now P.O'd at MW for snubbing me. Not only did I look good on saturday night and take a good picture, so did Mr. Bartender and neither one of us were featured in the gay page 6. And it aint like the clientele was that attractive to begin with.... save myself and Mr. Sassy Pants
The last time I was in MW was........... ummmm I think when I was 19 and aquiesced to be a coverboy and NO I didn't email requesting, the photographer was out at Sadlands and came up to me while I was shaking my be-glittered, mid-rif wearing self.... praise be to all that's good and holy that I don't do that anymore. PS comparing those pictures to more recent ones, I looked positively fetal when I was 19, plus apparently when I first start to tan I have freckles... who knew?
As I was talking to Ms. Dudley last evening about the random stream of conciousness that was going through my head while enjoying the champagne of beers (Natty Light) I've come to the conclusion to slightly amend my social behavior regarding gentleman callers. I think I, along with The Boy, am going to try to be a little bit more grown up about my interactions and try to be a little more..... what's the word.... mature. Jesus I'm old (at the ripe age of 23). I'm definitely not looking for an insta-bf but the whirlwind of social activity has left me wanting something else. Bonus points for
- Smelling like clean laundry (don't know why it melts my butter but there you are)
- Height comparable... I'm 6'2"and a half so anything over 5'9" ish I can deal with... this isn't a deal breaker but bonus point.
- Dogs over cats... again not a deal breaker but lets be real, dogs are far superior.
- Knows how to make a good Bombay martini, dirty, dry, and up
- Good manners, I can't stress enough how much minding your p's and q's makes any day a good day.
That is all, I'm sure there's more..... like being a multimillionaire who wants to dress me solely in diamonds and pearls.... but I mean, don't I deserve that kind of treatment???
Also.... conversation between me and Monsieur Chip this morning after I divulged that in my sleepy stupor this morning I neglected to wear a belt to work:
Chip: I still don't know what they pay you for
Dale: Because I'm pretty, I add to the ambiance
Chip: Nothing is pretty beltless honey