It's not that all the good men are either married or gay. Some of them are just… out of their freakin' gourds.
Without a moment's hesitation, I pass the Bizzaro Bachelor award to: Friday Night Guy.
Me (walking from the toiletary facilities back to join my companion in the courtyard): "Tra la la la…."
Friday Night Guy (grabbing my hand and squeezing each of my fingers in turn): "Hey! Guess what?"
Me (with one raised eyebrow, which happens whether I want it to or not): "What?"
FNG (still squeezing): "I'm a dragon!"
Me: "You're a drag queen?"
FNG: "I'm a DRAGON! Look at me breathing fire! CCCCCHHHHHHHAAAAAA!"
A dragon. This is the guy that talks to me in a bar. A dragon.
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6 comments:
thats so funny. At least a guy spoke to you
Jo - If you want to stop those eyebrows from moving, I can help you out - Ella
"I'm a dragon"??
What's next, "I'm a satyr"?
I had "I'm a gynaecologist" once. That didn't work either.
wow. oh. dear. god.
What is wrong with some people.
Have you checked your forehead - maybe it says:
"If you're a total freak please come and talk to me and I'll give you a treat".
What was with the squeezing fingers thing as well. Now that is just creepy.
Squeezing.
There's such a fine line between "acceptable" and "I'm calling the police".
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