The Newbie and mine goes a little like this: At the wedding dressed up to the nines, I was asked to do a mini salsa performance (for those of you lucky enough to know me in real life, the video is posted on FB under my profile.) As I sashay across the room, unbeknownst to me, he is looking on; thinking got to meet that girl. (Or so he claims in retrospect.)
Later on in the night he is among the many fellas that come up and say, “You’re that salsa girl.”
Much later on in the night, after a dizzying amount of drinks, I am standing besides an increasingly inebriated friend’s husband. The drunken hubby has conferred upon himself the title of “Cranky’s protector” and is unabashedly telling any fella who comes over to say hi to me, to look at his foot and think real hard if they would like it up their arse. I am slowly inching away in horror.
Dude is also given the dire warning and he walks a few feet away smiling.
Maybe it was the smile, or the scene, or the plethora of drinks, but a number was given out and since then many a tea and dinner dates have been had….
8 comments:
Woe is me!
And what happen to us fans? We don't get to see you sashay too? How rude!!
Would Be, This is what happens when you slack....
Jumbs, Do you have FB? Email me with the deets!
can't find an email link on your blog... can you use the one on mine?
struuuuuups no fair
hmph
and did you say tea? hehe *giggles*
Peps, its how we roll out here. Yuh fall in love over a cuppa tea....very civilized business
Ah, classic Seinfeld line. A la George Costanza, this will work. All great couples have a good "how we met" story.
I'm inclined to agree, especially since many dates have been had since then.
Ah, classic Seinfeld line. A la George Costanza, this will work. All great couples have a good "how we met" story.
I'm inclined to agree, especially since many dates have been had since then.
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