This Dating Life: Misunderstanding

This story takes place approximately 2 months ago. The names have been changed...well, only her name has been changed, mine will remain, for bragging purposes. The premise is a lovely lady spent the night. I knew she was leaving for another state in a few days, for an undetermined amount of time. We engaged in relations that night, and again in the morning.

"Hey, this was a lot of fun. I'm glad we caught up, and you allowed me to sex you masterfully."

Lady: "Yes, that was quite amazing. My world has been transformed. Plus, you're ridiculously funny, and so ruggedly handsome. I can't believe I have to go to Michigan, which isn't even a fun state."

"Except for Crazy Jim's Blimpie Burgers, and their polar bear snow sculptures, you mean."

Lady: "Right, that goes without saying."

"Well, do you think you'll have time to do this again before you leave?"

Lady looks around: "Probably, but what time is it now?"

Laughter ensued as we realized the misunderstanding, followed by earthshaking and transcendental passion. The end.

Mike Birbiglia Accomplished!

As a birthday present to me (in the past, because that's when my birthday was, and it won't be again until the future, and I don't have a time machine*), Pris took me to see the amazing Mike Birbiglia at Union Hall performing new material entitled "60 Minutes of New Stories." It lasted for 60 minutes, and was incredible, like all of his shows. I'd previously seen "Sleepwalk With Me," thanks to the kindness of Janet. I sat right by the stage for both shows, but Union Hall was definitely a more intimate space. This was a good thing for me, but maybe not so much for Birbigs, who didn't seem entirely thrilled when I took the first photo of him on stage. Mike also told stories that carried heavier emotional weight, revealing more of his personal life. Comedy stands out better when it pokes through the seriousness of the past. It was an amazing show, and Mike solidified his place even further as my favorite comedian. So, congratulations Mr. Birbiglia!

Taunting/heckling me before the real stories begin. Sorry Mike!


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