6/09/2012

'Til the Fat Man Sings

Story Sent in by Nadia:

Grant was a fellow singer in the music program at my college. We'd rehearse duets together, and one day, after a practice, he kissed me. I hadn't expected it, but he was cute and supportive, so I looked forward to learning more about him as a prospective romantic partner.

For our first date, he offered to pick me up at my on-campus apartment. He arrived early and I let him in as I finished readying. He brought me a bouquet of wildflowers, which was a very sweet gesture. He then strode into my living room and sang Verdi's La donna è mobile. I hurried back to my bathroom to finish up, then realized that I had forgotten to close my door.

I returned to the living room to find him without his shirt and his pants halfway down his ankles. And he was still singing the whole time!

"Grant! What are you doing?" I asked.

"Disrobing, my lady," he said.

I said, "Why? Put your clothes back on!"

He looked at his discarded shirt, then grabbed it and pulled it on. I watched as he yanked his pants up, turned, and made for the door.

I called, "Wait! Where are you going?"

"Away," he said, then left and slammed the door behind him.

He never practiced with me again.

3 comments:

  1. This is one reason that it's good to be on time.

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  2. I called, "Wait! Where are you going?"


    ok... he took his clothes off, you told him not to, but hey, you completely misread my intentions, but hey, stick around, by all means lets pretend I didnt see your tiny little guy.

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