A Sure Bet

Last Saturday night, Nicole and I took advantage of some political connections (Thanks Sharon!) to score sweet seats to "Les Liasons Dangereuses." This is the same as Dangerous Liasons, except with a snootier French title.

The best part of the evening was a little old man and his wife (better than the full frontal nudity and salacious storyline, better than the first-rate acting and breathtaking sets, even better than the awesome comp seats in the eighth row.)

We met Mr. and Mrs. Oldles while drinking wine in the lobby, waiting for the show to start. With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned forward on his plush couch and said, "Why are you two dressed so differently from each other?" I hadn't noticed it before, but I was dressed like crap and Nicole was all dolled up. Nicole had probably noticed.

My witty retort to the man's inquiry was, "I know, I'm making her look bad." You would've thought I was Billy Crystal. Strike that, you would've thought I was a funny comedian. In fact, the man asked me if I am "in a profession that uses my quick wit." Is blogging a profession?

Anyway, we ended up talking about a variety of things, including his Parisian adventures whilst in the Navy, whether wine is good for a head cold and the crumbling institution of marriage. That last topic came up during intermission when I asked him what he thought of the bawdy play (full frontal nudity!) He said he had been married to his wife for over 20 years and he didn't really relate to the loose morals of the play. A master of diplomacy, he said, "I hope to learn something before the play is over."

The best part of the evening was when the play was over and Nicole and I were walking to my truck. All of a sudden, Nicole gets a tap on the shoulder- it was our new friend. With a big grin on his face, he said, "You should marry this guy. I think he's a pretty good bet." I blushed.

That's the type of self-aggrandizing story I earned the right to tell with my recent shameful confessions. Right?