Talks evolve

I managed to go out last night, by myself nonetheless. I went to this new place a mile and a half from my flat that offered me a $10 off coupon. As I sat there downing cheap good drinks, and feeling a little bit of a buzz, the only guy who talked to me and kept me company through the rest of the evening, (I was about done when he showed up) was this cute short, nice looking neatly dressed (as in no baggy clothes, and no chip on his shoulder) young man. Our talks revolved around marriages. He was at this stage in his life where all of his friends are married and he thought it would be a good time to propose to his girlfriend. Basically that's what we ended up talking about for the rest of the evening. About romantic non-cheesy ways to propose to his girlfriend. I was still in shock that he seemed to act like he was remotely interested in me, (I mean why else would you talk to a girl at the Bar) just to talk to me about how enamored he is with his girlfriend. I would have been upset by it, but I chose not to.

Isn't it funny the kind of conversations you can continue with people especially when you are slightly inebriated. I mean why would he think I cared about that information. And there I was giving him advice on a nice romantic non-cheesy way to do it. He wanted to involve her best friend, her family, etc, on a boat, since that is where she always imagined that she'd be proposed to. Lucky bitch has actually imagined her marriage proposal. I have never imagined a nice location for my proposal. Maybe Paris, looking over the night lights somewhere exotic, nice romantic music seeping though, I suppose, I just have never imagined it, maybe I should, maybe it will WILL it to reality. But then I told him the boat idea was cute, but with all the additional people there, I am not too sure. He said he wanted to make it a huge production. Hmm....a la Nick Cannon. Let's preface this by saying that before we got to this, he told me how all his other friends were married and cheating on their wives, sans wedding rings. Isn't that so Nigerian and ancient. Nobody does married relationships like my blokes in Nigeria.

Anyway, after advising him against the "production" route, I paid my tab and wished him good luck. I don;t have his number he doesn't have mine, and I will probably never see him again. Isn't it weird how my life plays out, that the one guy I manage to have a decent conversation with is in the midst of making a lifelong commitment to his lady. Just my luck, I suppose.