SPCA – Singles Patrol Cute Alerts
There is a new(er) dating app where you choose a true love candidate based on the contents in their refrigerator. Apparently a balanced diet is sexier than a well-rounded man. I can’t knock it since I haven’t tried it, but if I can’t find a man who appreciates my frizzy hair, clumsiness and bad jokes then I’m certainly not going to win him over with my bare shelves, empty Brita and crisper of cheese…
This dating app is called Refridgerdating and the members are called Refridgerdaters. It sounds like a reality TV show for people who are single and thirsty (if you’re not a Millennial, you may overlook that joke).
While using the app, the Refridgerdater swipes left or right just like any other dating app, but instead of contemplating if the baby in the photo is his, you contemplate if that jar is filled with pickled onions or worms.
I would rather see a guy’s Skip the Dishes history as I believe the take out places of choice says a lot about a person. If we can’t agree on where we are going to eat out, then we definitely won’t be able to agree on children.
Who knows if I’ll turn to this app one day. Desperate times could call for desperate measures and apparently I’m already desperate enough to check out people at work…
In Mrs Potato Head, I stole a resident. Today, I disappointed one.
Desperate times do call for desperate measures as a Recreation Therapist because we often need to pull all kinds of tricks out of our hat to encourage others. Sometimes it’s a bunny; sometimes it’s a good looking guy.
In the health sector we are mainly surrounded by females. So when there is eye candy, women of all ages have a sweet tooth.
This was confirmed at Friday’s “Ladies Tea” when the women discussed their love stories and current crushes. So I took this opportunity to encourage them to sign up for the SPCA outing since there would be the cute new bus driver. Without hesitation the women were enthusiastic to hop onto the drool bus.
On the day of the outing, the Therapy Aide and myself gathered residents outside of the bus. This is when we realized that our bus driver had been changed. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disheartened that I had put in the effort of washing my hair that morning.
Once we arrived at the SPCA and were unloading the bus, in my peripherals I noticed a female resident staring at me so I asked her if she needed something.
She confidently replied, “yes. Where is that good looking driver you told us about?”
I smiled, hoped the current bus driver hadn’t overheard and explained to her that sometimes our drivers are changed due to schedules.
She insisted that she be on the next outing to approve the cute driver.
Maybe there should be an app where Seniors help you find your everlasting true love.
