Brave Boy.

While my life is startlingly Y-chromosome-less at this point, events like this just have to make me laugh.

While Coco was in town last month, we had just experienced and loved a show by the Head and the Heart at the Troubadour, and she was jonesing for some drive-thru nosh something bad.  The only establishment I could think of that would be open at that hour was Cali's own In-N-Out.  We pulled into one, and much to her dismay, they had closed but fifteen minutes prior.  We turned around to walk back to the car when I heard a male voice call out "Hey, I'll share my fries with you...."  I looked and there was a guy gathered with his bros sitting at a table near the door.  I laughed and continued walking, thinking he was just being funny.  We got in the car, and I continued to carry on about whatever else I was already distracted with.  I stopped talking when Coco starts laughing hysterically.  The Fry Sharer was at my car door.  Aw geez.  He looked like he was barely old enough to drive, but I didnt want to crush his spirit sooo..... ok I rolled my window down.   OK FINE, I gave him my number.  There was no way anything was happening but I wanted to encourage his audacity.  Plus, he was pretty polite about it.

So he, having just gotten his 12 year old molars, starting texting me right away.  No game.  I was just casually chatting with him, he was commenting on my name.  But THEN this came:

As for Coco , at least she got her fries.  Still winning.

Yuk it up, clowns.  They just keep comin.
Love Love Love.