Where NOT to find a date...

You thought the speed dating prospects were shoddy, I'm sitting here in a sea of old molely people, pimpled teens, and botoxed moms.

Such is the clientele of a dermatologist's office. On the Upper East Side.

And yes, I'm blogging from the waiting room for three reasons:

1. Any event that requires me to wear non-period underwear and shave my legs deserves a post.
2. Any time not at the office is spent thinking about potential dates.
3. A man is about to put on some binoculars and stare my body up and down.

Don't lie, you're totes jeal.

Ok, got to go get undressed for my mole check. Kind of excited.