Dirty Cocks

If you are a pervert who has stumbled across this blog, I am sorry to inform you that you will be greatly disappointed by this entry.

Alex instant messaged me on jdate this morning. His pictures were cute, nice dimples, full head of hair (rare on this site), 6 foot 1, works in finance (my weakness). So, I gladly responded.

After a brief chat (brief is my new goal so that I won't be disappointed), we agreed to meet up this Saturday evening.

That's when the conversation took a turn for the worst...who knew a single letter could change the meaning of a word so significantly...

Here is the conversation, cut and pasted straight from my instant message window with only the screennames changed for this poor fellow's protection...

Alex: Are you a wine person? A beer drinker? Cocktails?
Me: Wine and cocktails. I hate beer.
Alex: Hate?
Me: Hate.
Alex: As in ALL beer?
Me: Yup. It tastes like dirty cocks.
Alex: Like dirty cocks??????
Me: OMG, I meant socks! I meant socks!!!!

So, I'm still meeting Alex this Saturday. And I'm prepared to get mocked to the full extent for my typo.