A photograph of modern day romance:

It's hard out there for a pimp.

Here's a snippet of a conversation I had with a friend over the weekend.  Said friend thought he/she* had discovered they had an allergy to alcohol, but at the last stop on his/her Sunday Funday path of destruction showed his/her differently:

Friend: It may just be tequila!!!!!!!

Me: Excellent!!

Friend: It may be!!  I just drank 3 vodka sodas and....no rash!!

Friend: The downside: I kissed two guys in 25 minutes.

Me: That's a downside?

Friend: Okay fine, it's tough to be me.

And thus we have the typical weekend evening of the modern day single.  And they say romance is dead.

*gender not revealed to protect the innocent.  This is not like a Jamie Lee Curtis hermaphrodite situation.