Guy @ Bar: Where are you from?
Me: Boston, but I'm on PEI every summer.
Guy: I work near Boston sometimes. blah blah blah.
Me: Oh, neat. blah blah blah.
Guy: You're really pretty.
Me: Um, thanks. Is that a wedding ring?
Guy: Yeah, can I buy you a beer?
Me: Um, I think it's past last call. Where's your wife?
Guy: Home in Ottawa. Want to dance?
Me: I just don’t feel comfortable dancing with a married man.
Guy: Just asking you to dance – not asking you to marry me.
Me: You couldn’t! You’re already married!
Me, to a friend ten minutes later: “When you’re getting hit on by married men, it’s time to go home.”
4 comments:
“When you’re getting hit on by married men, it’s time to go home.”
Yup, it is.
Oh, how I want to visit PEI. Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe have forever romanticized it for me.
that is hilarious!
Oh, I agree, BEG. Despite having gone to the Island all my life & having dear friends there who are real people (warts & all), I always keep expecting my Gilbert to show up at our cottage door. ;)
Thanks, MAT. Glad you finally embraced your blog nickname. ;)
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