Astounded

So, last night I was at a comedy club. I was sitting with some friends, and across from us were a couple of cuties.

Well, it was a dimly lit room, and to honest, I don't pay a whole lot of attention to other guys when I'm with my friends, especially the ones of the male persuasion. The comedy show started up, and I couldn't be certain, but the guy across from me with the cute, thick frames began to bump my legs with his knees, stretching out his legs to full extension beside my legs, and this eventually became a full out "footsies."

I must admit, I've never been engaged in the likes...it felt very old world and almost adorable. I obliged and was mildly sad when the show ended and lights came on.

He leaned across the table and said, "I'm going to leave, PLEASE follow me."

I had had enough to drink to be curious, so I threw out that I needed to use the loo and escaped from my friends for a rendezvous.

As I weaved through the crowd I spotted him. This being the first time I'd seen him standing, I realized that he was quite tall.

I smiled and walked up, feeling as if I'd met him for the first time.

We were chatting and he was getting handsy, and I politely pulled away, as I'm not a huge fun of PDA with strangers.

As I did, he ran a frustrated hand over his face. It was then that I got glimpse of a shiny object on his left ring finger.

"Are you married?!"

"Well, um, yeah...you aren't very observant..." he stammered. "Does that change things?"

"Yes, it does," I stated resolutely.

Disappoint washed over his face.

I began to retreat back to my friends and he tossed out, "She lives like three states away!"

I turned and looked at him incredulously. "She's still your wife!"

I politely ignored him for the rest of the night.

This brings me to what makes me happy.

I'm happy that I'm not married to a scumbag.