On Tuesday night I gave a talk to a bunch of engaged couples as part of their pre-marriage class. I was sharing my deep wisdom forged in the crucible of my extensive (almost two years now!) experience as a married man. Or something like that.I spent some time joking around about women who tend to be swept away into the unreal world of soap operas and Harlequin romance novels. You know the ones - they always have that so-called hunk, Fabio (pictured), on the cover (I could beat him up!), blond mane flowing, riding a steed across the beach to swoop a lucky lady up into his arms, and taking said maiden to - well, paradise, I guess.
Anyways, I gave them my lame Fabio impersonation, and I must have referenced the guy about 10 times throughout the talk as an example of an unrealistic idea of a spouse.
At the end of the night, a guy who was sitting in the front row shook my hand and said, "Great presentation, man. Really enjoyed it." I said, "Thank you so much! That's really encouraging. What's your name?"
"Fabio."
My jaw dropped. "Yeah", he said, "My name came up a lot tonight." I broke into a sweat. I thought, "Here we go...he's ticked!"
But he was actually a really cool guy - he was only pulling my leg. "No worries, man!", he said. "You didn't know!"
Whew! What a relief! I thought I was gonna have to pull out my Tae Kwon Do skills, there (actually, I don't have any, but I have seen a few Jean-Claude Van Damme movies).
My jaw dropped. "Yeah", he said, "My name came up a lot tonight." I broke into a sweat. I thought, "Here we go...he's ticked!"
But he was actually a really cool guy - he was only pulling my leg. "No worries, man!", he said. "You didn't know!"
Whew! What a relief! I thought I was gonna have to pull out my Tae Kwon Do skills, there (actually, I don't have any, but I have seen a few Jean-Claude Van Damme movies).
That was a close one!
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