He was taking his younger friend out to show him how to pick up chicks in bars. He asked to borrow my space at the crowded bar to get a drink and threw straws at the bar tender to get his attention for a drink, all the while listening to my conversation with my friend. He got his drink, sat in my friend’s chair and pretended to know all about me. We ended up talking all night. He lived in San Francisco, I live in Denver. Six months later I moved to San Fran—3 years later we married.
Postscript: Not a good way to teach guys to pick up chicks. Maybe wives but not chicks! We celebrate our 24 year anniversary 9/22/09 (today).
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