Text Me (Maybe)

David: Or maybe this post should be titled: Can You See Me Now?. I know -- you're right, it's true, there aren't a lot of visual clues to critique in this photo, but my attention is pulled to the old optometrist's eye chart on the wall -- which might explain why the occupant is having such a hard time discerning between a mobile device and a dick.

Or maybe it's just that the new culture of 'app dating' has him swiping through faces, looking for his next hookup while actively engaged with the guy he'd just procured. Kids today! They have the attention spans of a gnat.

There might be a tad too much Ikea going down in this room, the sheets and comforter point in that direction -- but it's hard to tell what exactly is behind that wild mop of hair. If I could part it down the middle I might be able to confirm my suspicion that a lot of home-assembled items occupy this space. Just a hutch. I mean hunch.

The portrait of Jesus over the closet gives the room a fun Catholic Kitsch vibe. And that spirit is echoed in what looks to be a collection of Madonna's (extended mix) record covers, placed over another closet entrance.

In the final analysis, I have to give this room a pass. We'll file it under "A" for effort. (Or is that an "E"?)