After Sex or Waitress No More?
Today I met Bella and her friend, Mandy in Central Park on the great lawn. And who knew! Quite a fantastic place for boy watching, AND single father watching. As Bella, Mandy and I discussed the virtues of the 3 teen boys playing frisbee and their wedding band-less father –but we figured the fact that he had a Maltese (and what single adult male has a MALTESE unless he’s gay?) meant he was probably not a single dad at all, but a married dad who simply didn’t wear his wedding band, it came to my attention, that the girls had gone for manicures. And indeed, what a manicure they had with completely different colors. Can you tell? Which is which? One is “I’m Not Really a Waitress” and the other is “After Sex”. Look, look, LOOK at the difference. Can’t you tell?