My So-Called Life…

Have a date Thursday night. I'm a little early so I plop myself down on a fire hydrant to sit for awhile. The thought crossed my mind that maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea to sit there, but thought the better of it. It's fine, I said, I'm wearing jeans.

Date goes on and I think I'm doing well. We're having a good time, I'm being cool and confident, and she laughs at all my jokes. Hey, I think to myself, I'm rocking and rolling here. I got game.

Later that night, as I get ready for bed, all giddy at what I thought was a good date (not to mention half drunk as I didn't eat anything all day), I take my jeans off and realize that the entire back of my jeans had been covered in black soot.

I got bupkus.