I was recently reminded of a date we once went on. We went out for supper, and chose a restaurant in a hotel that seemed pretty nice. We sat down, paying little attention to our surroundings. I excused myself to go wash my hands, and as I came back into the room , I immediately noticed someone staring at my husband, winking and smiling. I was shocked. I mean, there's coy, and then there's rude. We were obviously there together! Show some class! I mean, what kind of man hits on another woman's date?
Wait? What? Reread that last line!? Oh yeah. This guy was totally hitting on my husband from across the room. I stopped and stared. And then I looked over at Skip. I could only see him from behind, and his shoulders were literally shaking. I slowly walked over to him, and when I looked at his face, he had tears in his eyes. He was holding back his laughter so painfully, that he was about to cry. So I asked him if he was embarassed that he was being hit on by a man.
"WHAT?!" He seemed shocked and confused. So I asked, "What exactly are you trying not to laugh at?" He said, "Look out the window." We were sitting near a window overlooking the patio, down into the pool. Imagine my surprise to find two men in thongs and leather vests, chasing each other around the pool and doing cannonballs off the diving board. I burst out laughing, and then pointed out his admirier across the room. THE GUY WAS STILL SMILING AT HIM! Jeesh.
This should've been a good indication that we were in the wrong place, and we should've left. But no. We stayed. And when the waiter brought over our appetizers... the HUGEST mozzarella sticks EVER... we just couldn't eat them. We looked all around the room, and noticed inordinate numbers of two-man tables. Then we observed two women come in. Very burly women. Hmmm.
Leaving the restaurant, we noticed a marquis in the lobby. "WELCOME RAINBOW PRIDE CONVENTION!" Where was that sign when we came INTO the restaurant? When he got hooted and hollered at from a passing truck full of men, I was beginning to get a complex! Bad enough none of the men were hitting on me, but I didn't even have another WOMAN look my way. So now we clearly see who the real hottie is in this relationship.
8 comments:
Oh my gosh-- hilarious! I thought that only happened in sitcoms...
Cute picture of you guys though!
That kind of makes our lunch today seem like kind of a let-down.
Perhaps they thought you were transgendered. A damn fine looking transgender couple. And now when people search for transgender, your blog will come up! Perhaps you shouldn't allow my comment. Perhaps.
Now THAT was funny!
I'm glad everyone thinks this is so funny. I felt like a piece of meat on display at the butcher shop. I still have flashbacks every time I hear anything by the Village People.
hilarious!
and wait, umm... thongs and vests? what the heck are they swimming in?? weird
Ty would have a cow... we would have been out of there quick.
So you are not butch and your husband has dashing good looks... What is the problem here?... But that IS one hilarious story!
William would have been so grossed out that he wouldn't have been able to eat the food....germaphobic and homophobic. He's got'em both!
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