I Am a Freak Magnet

It's been awhile since I attracted any real freaks so I was thinking that maybe now that I'm a bit older, a bit more mature, perhaps the freaks had lost interest. Or maybe I just stopped giving off the "hey, I like big creepy losers, why not give it a shot?" vibe. But apparently not. My most recent foray into the wonderful world of freaks centers on a youngish native guy here in posh Duncan. He has a dog too. And he's started turning up every time I walk my dog. It's great. Don't worry, he's not following me, it's actually coincidence. Being that Duncan isn't so big and he tends to hang out by the liquor store which is right next to the video store that is currently my second home. His dog is a half pitbull, half something puppy (4 months old) that he seems obsessed with introducing to me and my dog. Because then they can be friends. And we can "hang out." Because god knows you can never spend too much time hanging out by the liquor store. Today I said his dog was cute as I whisked Lilo away and into the video store and he replied, "but what about me?" in what I can only imagine was his sauciest voice. Yeah. Smooth. So I laughed and kept walking. Why do the cute boys never pull out their saucy voices for me? Hmmm? Why? So anyway, he's my new boyfriend and I've decided to refer to him as my liquor store boyfriend. Just so you know.