I don’t watch reality TV. I’m better than that. My ignorance leaves me standing on the corner of Santa Monica and Fairfax where a passerby asks to take a photo with you… America’s daytime TV playboy. I post a picture of us on IG and my old roommate asks how I met you. You think I flirted with the waiter, so you smeared cupcakes on my car. Thoughtful punishment for a celiac. I’m pretty sure it was you who was flirting with the waiter.
Photo By: Kelly Balch