This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on April 3, 2005). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.
Two girls finish their drinks, grab their coats, and leave their table. As they pass, one of them — a cute, short brunette — stops and turns to me. “You look really good. I just want to jump you!”
I, in my infinite wisdom and being my usual suave self, reply with, “Oh! Ah…thanks!” And they turn and head out the door.
(This led to a conversation with Melissa where, after I good-naturedly complained about this, she assured me that: women don’t “just say” things like that; that I am attractive, whether or not I’ve ever been able to drill that into my head; and that were it not for the little complication that I have a girlfriend, she’d gladly jump me — all of which are wonderful for the ego. Yay!)