Real men say the darnedest things 0
I left my canine boyfriend, Tex, tonight and ventured out into the nightlife of Los Angeles. My girlfriend taunted me with LA Filmfest free drinks.
I found her at the bar amongst a gaggle of young filmmakers and other desperate creatives looking for film funding or peer validation. When I walked up, she was talking to a good looking guy in a wheelchair. She hugged me and he burst out a statement without introduction.
“Goddamn, you are built like a brick shit house,” he said to me.
I replied with, “Hi, I’m Marna. You obviously aren’t from LA.”
Alex turned out to be a drunk, one-legged vet from Chicago. I told him he made my night and I was going to blog him. “Really, nobody tells you how hot you are?”
No, not so bluntly. That was perfect.