Friday, October 27, 2006

IT'S RAINING MEN!

Rhett prowled the town last night showing off his new physique, recently acquired with zero effort (which for the record pisses me off to no end.) Accompanied by our friend "Mr. Belding," they consumed as much alcohol as possible before the bars closed at 9:00 p.m. (Yes, your eyes are not deceiving you. All bars in our tiny little town close at 9:00 on weeknights, except for one which closes at 11:00.) It was at this last late closing bar, when a man appreciated Rhett's baby face and social ease. This man could go by only one nom de plume, Del Griffith, the traveling shower curtain ring salesman from Planes, Trains and Automobiles.

Rhett's Del Griffith travels 3,000 miles a week selling diamonds and jewelry to over 30 states, including D.C. His Rolex was unlatched to allow Rhett a closer inspection of the expensive watch. Stock prices and investments were discussed at length. Del owns 10,000 shares in a company whose stock has split 4 times. A wad of cash secured by a money clip was oh, so subtly pulled out when his bar tab arrived. It was only as the bar was closing that Del wrote his number on the perverbial cocktail napkin and casually asked Rhett to call him. And THAT was was when Rhett realized he had just been hit on by a guy.

Rhett was animated in his retelling of the story, not sure if that was due to the 9 Guiness (Guin-i plural?) or if it was the validation of his attractiveness to the same sex? You know what they say, every guy is just two beers away from being a lesbian, oh wait, I think I have that wrong....

-Scarlett

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