I haven’t talked much about the iPhone application called Grindr. Even though it’s brought such joy into my life as of late.
Last Thursday, Dalton and I were hanging out at Dazbog, the local homocentric coffee shop. After talking to cute little Howard, we settled in to some serious coffee chugging. This is when I launched my Grindr app and started to cruise the Moes.
Now, if you don’t have an iPhone or if you do have one and you’re too mature to use such childish things it’s simple. Grindr Locates the nearest Moe. By feet. You can then see who they are by their photo and stats without actually having to raise your head and join the human race. Great, I know. It’s also (for me anyway) a great way to round up 18 year olds who like to refer to me as Papi. Ummmm… No thanks, just resting.
I clicked on the first photo, meaning the closest Homo. Dalton asked what I was doing as I gyrated in my seat and started to look in my jacket and under my chair.
“This guy is 0 feet away from me!”
You’d think that if a hot dude is on top of you, you’d notice. But, I guess not.