
I got into the elevator at the office this morning and was joined by two young guys who presumably work in the building. They were loud-talking and it was hot, so i leaned my head against the interior wall and closed my eyes. The one guy (still loud talking) says to his work buddy, “one time I sold my plasma for money.” Omg. I felt instantly ready to barf or keel over. I wasn’t exactly sure what plasma even was- blood? But it was too much information for a hot early morning elevator ride.
His friend, who seemed less obnoxious, would have to halt this conversation. He would HAVE to be too embarrassed to be discussing this in a closed space with a female. Right? He’d ignore him, change the subject, something.
“How much does that pay?” he asked, as if out of pure, genuine curiosity. “Ehhh not a lot, just like 50 bucks. And the thing is, the process is really…”. And that’s when I got off the elevator. And thought to myself, what in HELL has the modern dating terrain devolved into? SFAR
Don’t Let the Child Fool You
I’ve been traveling around Latin America for the last seven months, and in every country I have experienced something SFAR worthy. Here is one such example.
Walking through Banos, Ecuador, very early on a Sunday, I pass a nice-looking man in a collared shirt with a tiny child clinging to each of his hands. I smile. He smiles. Such cute children, I think to myself. What a nice father. Just as we pass each other, he hisses the following: “Ayyyy, mamacita.”
Que bonita. SFAR