I’d been talking to Captain Dodger for about two weeks. He seemed legit, despite having a 17 year old kid at 40 that I didn’t really question (ladies, go ahead and question this). We had pretty good conversation, even to the point where I enjoyed hearing from him. He was your standard pretty/white boy/could possiblyContinue reading “Roger Dodger”
Dating in the City of Angels, as it turns out, is pretty hellish. After one particularly mind-numbing bad date, I went home to recap it with a friend over several vodka sodas.