WHAT is on his sweater?

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The week between Christmas and New Years is a slow slow week at my work.  No students, hardly any staff and a perfect time of year to get paid, and do hardly anything.
Back at Christmas 2001, My friend Shirley and I were wasting time and goofing around with the computer while at work.
Tim had officially left in September, but truthfully was gone for years before that.
Anyway, Shirley and I looked up MATCH .COM
It was a cutting edge way to meet people in your vicinity that were single.
OK perfect way to spend the day.  look at men we would never date.
I scrolled and scrolled
scrolled.
Then saw a black and white photo of a guy with long lashes dimples.
Cute.
Teddy bearish. 
I sent him a note, he wrote back immediately.
sent another note, he responded.  We wrote for the rest of the day.

We met at a local bar about  2 days later.  the 30th I think of December because when we met we talked about what we were each doing for New Years eve.

As we were chatting I realized there was a stain on the front of his sweater.
A food drop.  It was apparent.
"This guy is an absolute... NO."

Andy and I went for lunch a few weeks ago and we went to the same restaurant.  Hops and Barley.
We sat in the booth..
looked at the pics on the walls...
He ordered the white bean chili...
I ordered the veggie basket....

He had a stain on his shirt...
an apparent food drop.

I laughed to myself,
he wouldnt see the humor. 


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