So a funny thing happened after the LMFAO concert.
I mentioned how hubs, Lisa, Sheila, and I went to a bar afterwards to wait for the crowd to thin and traffic to die down. Well, all of us were sitting at the bar chatting for awhile and eventually a random guy walked up to me and started asking a bunch of questions. He didn’t even introduce himself. The first thing out of his mouth was, “how long have you guys known each other?”
I was a little confused at first, but I was polite and answered his questions even though I didn’t show much interest in talking to him since I was mainly in conversation with my friends. But even so, he just kept asking all these random questions out of nowhere.
It was then that I realized he was trying to pick me up. (I know. I’m real observant.) And I gotta hand it to this guy for trying, especially since I was in a group of people. That takes some courage.
Now, I’m not bragging in the least when I say this, but I was not in this guy’s league. If we can talk in celebrity terms here, I know there’s no way a Bradley Cooper or Zac Efron is going to hit on me. But I’m pretty sure if a non-famous, dirt poor, slightly unshowered, yet still adorable John Krasinski was my next door neighbor, I could probably hit that. You know, if I begged.
Anyway, this guy was more like an awkward Jason Segel type without the charm, wit, or cool Dracula song.
So, he was still standing next to me when a song came on that hubs particularly liked. So hubs starts dancing to it about two feet away from us not really paying attention to our group. Then the conversation went a little like this:
Random Guy: I wanna dance like that someday (referring to hubs).
Me: You can do it right now. Go ahead!
Random Guy: I would, but I’m heterosexual.
Me: So is he. Wanna know how I know?
Random Guy: How?
Me: Because I sleep with him!
Random Guy: He’s your boyfriend?
Me: No. He’s my husband.
Random Guy: It was nice meeting you.
And that is the story about the guy who asked a lot of questions. The end.