eggwards | Cruise-In

Since I didn't have to hurry home to take care of a dog, and that I didn't want to carry in groceries in the rain, I headed over to Whataburger for a little, unhealthy, dinner. Yes, i take full responsibility for my cheeseburger choice, no, I did not super-size.

Strangely I walked into the cruisey-est Whataburger, ever. There were only guys eating there, furthering my suspicion that guys don't like to cook for themselves. There was one bear couple eating, and when they left, their SUV had an HRC sticker on it. Both were really cute.

Also in the room was one really handsome guy with a really yummy goatee. As I was eating, I was jumping back and forth between reading Dry by Augusten Burroughs and taking glances of this guy. Of course it was a bit of a turn off that he was constantly on his cell phone...but hey, maybe he was just talking to his long-distance boyfriend. Heh.

The food was, well, what you would expect from a fast food chain. The ambiance, was above standard. Then again, maybe I'm horny.

Strangely there were no redheads enjoying taquitos, though.