Good Morning Baltimore

Or Good Evening. Or Good Ice Cream. (Or, actually, the softest soft-serve ice cream I have ever had. Although, considering that I’ve only had soft-serve once before in my life, that’s not saying much.)

The ice creamery had an unusually high proportion of people looking for someone. In other words, singles.

I was busy debating whether I should walk up to the first arrival and ask, “Are you Bad4?” when the second walked in. They eyed each other from across the room, looking away whenever they saw the other looking, then peeking back again. I decided to see how long it took them to get together. Alas, my attention span is too short. I called the meeting to order.

My conclusion is that Baltimore has some super-cool single female types. It was almost worth the traffic.

(PS: Baltimorons: I found the mailbox, I found the Belt, and I found my way home, which was right where I left it. Thanks!)

Great Seeing You

Thank you all for joining us earlier this evening for ice cream. It was great seeing you all and yakking.

Best line #1:

Me: “…it’s all about building the BNB.”

Blobby: puzzled “Bed n’ breakfast?”

Best line #2:

GeekHugger: “There are so many men in black around here!”

LittleBirdie: Wistfully “When I was younger I thought that one day, one of those men in black would be mine.”

Calcium! Flavenols! Riboflavin! High Energy Snack!

Yep, it’s ice cream time again.

Young women of the unpaired persuasion are encouraged to post below with “Invite me! Please!” including their email address in the appropriate box of the form. You will then be sent an email with relevant details.

Men not invited.

Question: would men be interested in their own meet? I bet it could be arranged, if enough guys were in the mood of frozen cow lactation. I know guys tend not to do the support group type of thing, because getting together to talk isn’t manly, but if you folks want…