Him, a young, 20 something boy with scruffy facial hair, worn jeans, baseball cap, and slightly glazed eyes from too much drinking.
Me, a stunningly attractive girl, sipping a water, out with friends.
Him: So, like, there’s this girl who wants to sing a karaoke duet with me, but she said she won’t unless I am wearing a bra.
Me: (confounded look)
Him: So, like, I need a bra, and I was wondering if you would take yours off and lend it to me.
Me: I’m gonna have to say no.
Him: Really? Come on, I want to sing with this girl, I think she’s, like, THE ONE!
Me: Then she should give you HER bra.
Him: That won’t work for her, man. It has to be someone else’s bra.
Me: Then I guess you’re not singing with her tonight.
***I actually had a really nice time tonight celebrating my friend Melissa’s birthday. Our intruder was part of a bachelor party, whose attendees were performing dares. Apparently one of the dares was to see who could get a girl in the bar to hand over her bra. Nice.