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.