Tuesday, January 6th, 2009
So I’ve been told something about this twice this past week, so it’s a bloggie must.
Let me set the scene: My current beau is a rock and roll star. He took me to his show a few weeks ago where had a great time. I’m pretty sure the only thing that makes my lover happier than playing music is me.
I was hanging out a few days ago, doing my thing, when I ran into a friend whom was at Zack’s show. I dig my guy…so much that I rarely stop talking about him…we were talking about Zack and music and my friend [whom shall remain nameless] said in so many words-
Him: You know what distinguishes you from other guy’s girlfriends?
Me: What?
Him: Class.
Me: [insert laugh] What are you talking about?
Him: Class. You’re classy. You don’t pop your coochie all over your boyfriend’s dad.
Normally, I would have been like wtf? But, having already been told the story he was insinuating by another friend, I lost it- I almost cried from laughing so hard. Apparently several people saw my ex’s girl grinding on his dad at a musical endeavor.
After I gained my composure back from laughing, I chuckled as I asked my friend what kind of impression that left on him. He responded with a comparison that I’ve only heard used when speaking about the Anna Nicole Smith Show- he said it was like when you drive by a bad accident-it’s so morbid to look, but you just can’t help watching the train wreck.
That, my cheeky readers, is one funny story. And, Marga, I hope you appreciate the Anna Nicole Smith reference- it sounds like something you would say!
