So why in the hell am I telling you all this? You want to hear about Hooters. Not my silly little relationship problems. There are enough of those crappy blogs on the Internet. I'm brining all this up because Dreamy is a graveyard waiter at Denny's. And in that, my friends, I find humor. There is just something mildly entertaining about the Hooters Girl dating the Denny's waiter. It sounds like a movie that they should totally make. Oh wait, they did make that and called it Waiting 2. It was fairly lame. Whatever.
Anyhooters, I generally go to work at 10:00 a.m. and Dreamy starts his shifts at 10:00 p.m. Basically we live exactly the same life at totally different times of day. It is not a "Grand Slam." We'll meet up for a bit before he goes to work and I'll have dinner while he enjoys his breakfast. It's all very humorously annoying.
What I find even more amusing is when I work the night shift and I roll into Denny's to give Dreamy a quick hello before bed. There I am sitting at the counter bitching about my night, nylons and Hooters top barely visible under my cover up, while my boyfriend makes me an Oreo shake - extra Oreo of course. The Hooters Girl visits the all night diner boy and they fall in love over talk of shitty tippers, drunken jerks and cranky cooks. This, my friends, is a match made in food service heaven.
As long as we can figure out the scheduling this thing might just keep working. It's already worked for a few months, so I suppose it'll just have to keep working. I lo you, baby (my way of saying I more than like you, but less than love you). I'm corny, deal with it.