Flirting Fail

I winked at a cute, scruffy waiter at dinner tonight. It didn't work. Either he was straight, or he could see my balding spot. I've never felt that I excel at flirting, but sometimes it's fun to do it just for the hell of it. I once whistled at a guy across the street while going home from a gay bar in Arizona. He actually came over to talk to me, and he was really cute, if a little short. However, when he got to my side of the street, I found I didn't really have anything to say. I only whistled at him to see if it would work, never considering that it actually would. He proceeded to tell me about how he was a Mormon and was trying to fight temptation, yada yada yada, GAY SEX. Sodomy happens, get over it.

. . . For Men

I'm convinced my hair is starting to get thinner at the "vertex" of my head. I use quotes because I did the research and ultimately ordered a three month supply of Rogaine foam. It arrived today, yipee! I figure I might as well try it. If it works I'll just use it until I can snare a man I'm confident will stay with me forever and then just let myself go. It it doesn't, then oh well, Joel McHale's got a mad bald spot growing on his head, and I still find him extremely sexy.