I’m sure I’ll get in big trouble for this but oh well it’s not like I haven’t done anything really stupid before or will again so here goes ladies and gentlemen…

So I’m at Roscoe’s the other day and lo and behold I find a lovely card in the card pile (where young lads write sexual inappropriate messages with their phone numbers to give out to potential love interests) that says, “Are you into dubstep? Call me xxx-xxxx”. Obviously I immediately text this number. “I’m TOTES into dubstep!” Because I think this is hysterical.

So we start a flirtatious texting relationship in which he invited me to a rave (really.) and talked about rolling and all fun things then asked me for a (and I quote) “face picture.” I think about it for a second. Do I really want to potentially embarrass and ruin of of my friends’ life? Of course. Naturally I give him someone else’s picture. And this person is Eddie, my bartender boyfriend at Roscoes. Because I don’t see this becoming a problem, right?

So then he later texts back “are you working?” And I know Eddie is working that night, so yes, I am working. “Awesome because I’m sitting at the bar watching you!”

Yep.

Cannot wait to see how this pans out.