Scene 21: Baseball game
I'm leaving a baseball game and this guy holding a loaf of bread (they were giving it away free at the game) comes up to me. This is how the conversation went:
Fetishist w/ bread: Hey, how tall are you?
Me: 6'5"
Fetishist w/ bread: Wow. You're beautiful.
Me: Thanks.
Fetishist w/ bread: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Yes.
Fetishist w/ bread: Do you want to go out w/ me sometime?
Me: I'm marrying my boyfriend, actually. (Showing him the ring)
Not to be deterred, the guy says again:
Fetishist w/ bread: Well, do you want to go out w/ me sometime?
Me: No, I'm getting married.
Fetishist w/ bread: Is your boyfriend here?
Me: Yeah, he should be walking this way right now.
Fetishist w/ bread: How tall is he?
Me: You'll see.. just wait a second.
Fetishist w/ bread: Is he as tall as you?
Me: Yeah, taller, he should be coming by any second.. you'll see.
He looks back at the crowd exiting the stadium, walking toward us and says he has to run. I'm thinking he didn't want to find out how tall my boyfriend really was.
Oh, and btw.. what is w/ guys thinking "Hey - how tall are you?" is a good pick-up line???
posted by Cladeedah @ 10:44 PM
6 Comments:
eew.
ubertroll
Hey, you can't pass over it like it was something normal: "free bread night" at the ball game??
Much safer than bat night, I'll admit.
Anyway, I guess your fetishist needs to learn that women like a guy with a LOT of bread, not a LOAF of bread.
-John
C'mon, you had a free night between the bachorlette party and the rehearsal dinner to date this jackfuck. Live a little.
would you prefer he said something like: "hey nice shoes, wanna fuck?"
Ooh yeah, that's my favorite!
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