Better By Nightfall

Earlier this evening Nancy and I went to see The Da Vinci Code together because both of us had read the book and were thoroughly interested in seeing the movie. Personally, I thought the book to screen adaptation was done well. Of course Ron Howard wasn't going to make it exactly as Dan Brown wrote it. In fact, most movies never follow the book line by line. Regardless, The Da Vinci Code followed the book for the most part. Sure, certain things were left out here and there, but the movie as a whole was quite cohesive. I think had they added any more it might have dragged on too long anyway. Besides, if you're that picky about details I suggest you just read the book instead and ponder away at the visual imagery described therein. As Nancy noted, "the book basically played out like a screenplay." Use your own imagination when reading and go from there.

After the movie was over Nancy and I decided to get a drink at a nearby bar to chat about various issues going on in our lives. Work. Summer. Friends. Dating. All are fair game. That's what I enjoy the most about talking with Nancy. We can talk about anything and everything and I appreciate her perspective on things, knowing she's not judgmental.

Well, after we sat down in the bar and ordered our drinks. Nancy got up to go to the restroom as she tends to frequent the public facilities in any location. It's a Nancy-ism. LOL! While she was away these much older women at the table next to ours looked over at me. Now, I shaved earlier today, so I probably look like I'm 18 even though I'm 21. Well, these two older women (say, in their mid to late 30s [see example]) looked over at me and said,
"Is [Nancy] your girlfriend?"
"No," I replied, "She's a very good friend of mine from the last two to three years."
"Oh! Well. Why don't you ditch her?"
I send them a slightly puzzled look.
"You know, sit at our table! THREESOME! You know you want to hook it up like this tonight!"
"What?" I start thinking of what else to say and suddenly I feel my face flushing. They totally caught me off guard.
"Oh, come on! When else are you going to get an offer like this?!?"
I think to myself: Hmm! Probably never, but both of you are probably STD-ridden and way too old for me. So I say, "Eh. Tonight is not that night for me."
Both the women giggle, snickering to each other at my bewilderment by their questioning and my rejection of them. Nancy returns and the women say, "Oh, seriously! Come over here!"
I shrug it off, laughing the whole time. Nancy sits down, confused, and questions what exactly just occurred in the minute and a half she was in the restroom. I tell her and she laughs hysterically, saying "Wayne, you're still looking for a onesome!" She pauses to think about that for a second and then says, "Well, wait, you've probably had many a onesome. You need a twosome before you can even think about going on to a threesome!"

All I can say is that those women, while potentially offering me the chance of a lifetime, were nasty. What if I had been 18 with a fake? Hello Mrs. and Mrs. Robinson! Robbing the cradle. Uh, fuck yeah!