Tom (ArtistWaiter) goes to the Breakfast Club

One of my favorite restaurants is the Breakfast Club in Madison Heights. The Squirrel and I used to go there at least once a week. The staff there is very sweet and knows us well. However, they haven't figured out we have broken up yet.

So after taking Artist Tom home from SoHo, I took him out to the Breakfast Club for breakfast. My favorite waitress was visibly confused to see me there with another guy. She kept bringing up The Squirrel. She probably thought I was philandering and was, bless her heart, trying to bust me in front of my trick.

The next time I went there with The Squirrel, sure enough, she made a point to mention Artist Tom to The Squirrel. Not wanting to hurt The Squirrel's feelings, I took the man's way out and lied like a rug. I just said it was my old roommate Positive Tom.

Swedish, Fish and a Hot Artist/Waiter

"Want a shot?" is one question I should never answer affirmatively. After a couple SoCo shots and other drinks, I found myself talking to this cute Swedish guy with a purse for a mouth. At first, I was mostly talking to his girlfriends, but then the shots kicked in and I was rampantly flirting with this dude (I use the term "dude" loosely, he would probably rather be referred to as "GRRL!" *imagine sassy black woman*). Wingman Jeff left assuming I would be putting together an Ikea sex puzzle that night.

Thank god, a hot swarthy Albanian guy walked in to distract me. Tom was wearing an unassuming white v-neck undershirt and jeans. He was standing near me, so (thank you SoCo courage) I pushed him onto the stool next to me. We had a couple hours of dazzling and deep conversation before I took Tom home so he could show me his art. Really, his art on his website. It was great (read: commercially viable) stuff. He did the spend the night, but we kept all our clothes on.