In West Philadelphia born and raised …
I have a new man in my life. He is sweet, he is available, and he loves to travel. He even has his own theme song.
His name is Mister Softee.
I know what you are thinking. (Especially some of you.)
What am I doing, seeing a 50-year-old? I just can’t help myself.
I first noticed Mister Softee a few weeks ago, when the weather got warmer. There he was, on the corner of 44th and 6th, ready to serve. I was tempted, but I had to do a little reconnaissance first. Turns out, a lot of people know Mister Softee; he is an East Coast institution. Everyone I spoke to offered up his or her best advice.
One balmy Friday afternoon, I finally worked up my nerve to go see Mister Softee. With a girlfriend by my side, we made our approach. “How can I help you?” he asked. The moment of truth had arrived. I studied him for a moment, and then said without hesitation, “I’d like a vanilla cone with chocolate sprinkles, please”.
I think I am in this relationship for the long haul. (Or at least until the end of summer.)
His name is Mister Softee.
I know what you are thinking. (Especially some of you.)
What am I doing, seeing a 50-year-old? I just can’t help myself.
I first noticed Mister Softee a few weeks ago, when the weather got warmer. There he was, on the corner of 44th and 6th, ready to serve. I was tempted, but I had to do a little reconnaissance first. Turns out, a lot of people know Mister Softee; he is an East Coast institution. Everyone I spoke to offered up his or her best advice.
One balmy Friday afternoon, I finally worked up my nerve to go see Mister Softee. With a girlfriend by my side, we made our approach. “How can I help you?” he asked. The moment of truth had arrived. I studied him for a moment, and then said without hesitation, “I’d like a vanilla cone with chocolate sprinkles, please”.
I think I am in this relationship for the long haul. (Or at least until the end of summer.)
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