While I was on the aforementioned prowl with G this past weekend, we were approached by Mr. John Stamos & his friend, Mr. Uncle Joey.
... and then offered PBR's.
That's a Pabst Blue Ribbon, for you fancy folks.
Mr. John Stamos assured me that he wasn't a creep. Those of you who know me, you know I fall for this line quite often. Think about C$.
I've really got to get better at this whole flirting thing. Somebody, anybody - teach me your ways.
Naturally I played the Shy card. That's really actually all I know how to do. I can go from shy to embarrassing in about 8 drinks flat. Less, if they're Long Islands. Or it's a holiday.
Going against the advice of BFF "you never reveal the experiment to the subjects" meaning of course "do not tell men that you started a blog about being single", I slipped up. Mr. Stamos learned within 15 minutes of meeting me that I am a blogger. Oops. I even pulled up the website for him on his iPhone. Double oops.
Uh, except that he loved it and asked me out to dinner.
Or he felt bad for me and asked me out to dinner.
Isn't that what they call a 'win-win'?
Did I mention he's cute as hell?
Saturday night miracle.
