The rebound...

In a lame attempt to get over jungle boy, I went out the other night and spied a super hot man, hat on head in Mojo's.

Several vodkas later, I mustered up the courage to talk to him. Well, not really talk, I kind of just blurted out "you're hot", which worked a treat.

He told me he was a barber from Brookland, New York who was just focusing his energies on being creative. Wow. I was in awe.

We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet on Monday as he had some stuff to tell me.

I was making up all manner of things in this over-excited head of mine, however nothing could have prepared me for what came next.

He was no barber. Oh no. He hadn't even have a set of clippers!

Instead, he told me, in all seriousness (well, i guess it's a serious matter), that he was a deported drug-pusher!!!! WHAT!?! How did that happen!?

He then asked me if we could still have a relationship as he showed me his outdoor shower, toilet sans seat and box of instant macaroni.

Um, now I am starting to sound like a snob, however it was a rather peculiar situation, particularly when all he had to offer me was a cup of Kool-Aid, which he assured me was safe and even offered to have a cup as well.

However, I appreciate his honesty and I am glad he told me about this sooner rather later. I am still debating whether or not to see him again. I would SO love to introduce him to my dad when he comes in February... or is that just cruel.