I know the title of this posting will surely prompt a comment by Roger Hayes, but I thought I would use it anyway. Lerxst and I were playing hooky from work and decided to meet up at Sangria for cocktails and tapas. I mean, what else did we have to do at 4:30 in the afternoon while everyone else was still wrapping up at work? We were among the first people there and luckily got seated in my favorite waitresses' section. Lerxst, always the flirt when we are out, turned on the charm and within seconds of our seating, was already dropping the lines to the waitress. Our sparkling white sangria soon found its way on our table and into our glasses and the the conversation started flowing. The topic: how Lerxst is truly the perfect man. Actually, we didn't mean to discuss this topic. But, while he was updating me on his travel adventures, work promotions, and social life, he kept telling me funny stories at the exact moment the waitress was there to pour more sangria. It was as if he was planning the moments - having her hear the punchlines to the stories that painted him in such a good light. Here are a few examples that I remember:
1) Lerxst spoke of how he was business meeting when one of the corporate women dropped coffee on her white pants. Lerxst, always prepared, pulled a Tide Stick out of his briefcase and saved the day and her pants. Hence, Lerxst = domestic.
2) Lerxst has just gotten back from Philadelphia where he is spending much time on business. He has toured the city and appreciates the art and architecture. Just as he was telling me about one of the cathedrals, the waitress walks up. Thus, Lerxst = good Christian boy.
3) Not only does Lerxst love Philadelphia, but he has found a great British store (the name escapes me) to buy his clothes there. When he was telling me about ironing one of his shirts, the waitress came back to our table. So, Lerxst = does housework and chores!
I could go on and on with examples, but at the end of the night, I summed it all up by saying, "Lerxst, you are the perfect man!" I hope the waitress heard that part. Anyway, Robin showed up after 2 pitchers of sangria in time to drive me home. Here are a couple of pics from the evening:
1 comment:
I had a roommate in college that had a poster with this theme. He was allegedly straight, so I attributed his having it hanging in his room to cultural differences (he was Japanese). Anyway, I unfortunately could not find a reproduction of the poster, but here's a ripoff with the same basic idea. (Although, I recall the poster having "head" instead of "ear").
http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0740722379/ref=sib_dp_pt/103-5672779-5884607#reader-link
Post a Comment