It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it. I guess.

Last night while waiting on a blind date (which was terrible and went on forever because the guy took an hour to drink a drink), this elderly gentleman (which sounds so much better than "old guy," doesn't it?) complimented me on my dress and gave me his card, "should I ever need it." I looked at the card, and the guy is a private investigator. Why he thinks I would need to use a private investigator is beyond me, but I did have to ask if he actually followed people and he said "yes, it's more common than you would think." Alllllright. And now I can't stop singing Hall & Oates "Private Eyes" in my head. Sigh.