SCRUFF

I might be obsessed with a certain app on my iPhone. Scruff. It’s like Grindr but for men who have not seen Lady Gaga in concert. I’ve been talking to some really great guys from all over the planet. So far I can say that guys from Brighton, UK are not shy at all. I've met a nice man that wants me to come to San Francisco to help him polish his boots. That’s nice of him to offer. And a twenty-four year old truck driver that  keeps sending me really close up pictures of starfish. He must really likes starfish because he wants me to kiss them. All the time.

I noticed that I may be obsessed on Sunday when I took the dog out for a walk. I guess the dog and I were standing in one spot for quite awhile, until I looked down and Harley the Shar-pei had gotten off his collar and after wandering around for awhile was standing in front of me with the same look all my friends have given me as of late. The one of “Are you going to answer the question I asked four minutes ago?” As I realized how long Harley had been waiting he just rolled his eyes and started to walk back to the house.

Everything in moderation, unless there are Asian bears or wash board abs in the UK that need to have their portfolios gone over. Or an police officer in San Francisco that needs help to maintain his shine.