It seems like all of these stories start out, “So I was at karaoke night…”
Which I was.
I was heading over to the bar to get a beer, and my purse (the ginormous sack of life that I usually carry) happened to bump into a guy sitting next to where I was standing.
So I apologized, of course, because I’m polite like that.
And he said, “No, no, that’s okay, because now I get to meet you.”
Some awkward small talk followed, along with a VERY lingering handshake. He held my hand awkwardly, and was almost fingering my engagement ring. Which of course made me a bit nervous.
Then the guy said, “I have your signature now.”
“Huh?” I replied.
He squeezed my hand. “I have your signature now. I’ve got your DNA.”
What? At that point I was a little confused and creeped out, so I made my escape back to the other side of the bar.
I later saw him outside talking to some people who didn’t seem to understand quite what he was saying either. Then he stumbled off towards another bar across the street.