After the poker game ended, we all hoofed it to the bar for one more drink (all the beer at the house was gone). Not that we needed it, but when does that ever stop us?

  Somehow we ended up talking about how I needed to get laid, and how so and so had tried to hook me up with so and so. And J, very drunk next to me, blurts out, “I dunno why I’m telling you this, but my wife thinks you’re really hot!”

  His wife, who’s pretty hot, herself, whom he just spent the bulk of the walk to the bar complaining to me about how she won’t fuck as often as he wants to.

  We all just kinda drunkenly/nervously laughed, and I think I said something like, “Well okay then. I…don’t really know what to do with that, but thanks!”