The watchers

As I sat with my buddy last night at the One2One, we witnessed a woman dancing spasmodically, with great enthusiasm and effort, to the timba band.

me: She's dancing like nobody's watching.

He: Yeah.

me: The bad news is, we're watching.

Dogs...

me:   Hi! Where have you been? Haven't seen you in a while.

She:  I've been busy.

me:   Let me guess. It's either involves a car wreck or a boyfriend.

She:  Neither.  6 months ago I started an intensive boot camp to become a certified dog trainer.

        I just finished. Now I hate dogs.

I remember you

At a dance studio recently, I sat with a lovely salsa partner of mine as we watched her new boyfriend struggle through a beginner’s On2 class with Robbie Sky.  During our conversation, she told me an interesting story.

It seems this young man began pursuing her affections last summer.  After they had gone out on a few dates, she told him he had to learn salsa, because a non-dancing significant other was a deal-breaker.

His replied:  “Whatever it takes” and began lessons.

Later she told him: “I don’t know if we are going to make it as a couple or not; time will tell.  But even if we don’t make it, you’ll always remember me, because I introduced you to salsa.”

Several years later, they married.

Surprise!

Recently, while talking with a friend of mine, I told her about an incident that occurred to a lady friend who works at an organ donation non-profit.  The non-profit provides literature and education about the benefits of organ donation, both to the donor and the recipient.  They have a web site that includes an easy way to sign up with the State of Texas for organ donation in the event of death.

Last Monday morning, a young lady of about 19 walked into the office and said:

“I want to know about organ donation.”

All the while, she had her right hand deep in her open purse during the exchange.

(You should know that the whole office had just attended a seminar sponsored by the Travis County Sheriff’s Department entitled “Civilian Response to an Active Shooter”.  You could see why they were nervous with this young lady.)

“No, you don’t understand” the girl said.  “I want to donate organs now”, and she pulled her hand out of her purse.

My friend asked: “What’d she have in her purse, a kidney?”

Do you know Carmelo?

me:   Carmelo?  Yeah, I know Carmelo.

She:  We used to date.

me:   And?

She:  And we'd still be together if he wasn't such an asshole.

Meet & Greet

At a recent Hollywood investor meet and greet:

me: You salsa?

She:  Si.

me: Great.

She:  How did you know?

me:  You've got the look, honey.

She:  I'm Puerto Rican.

Bad decisions make good stories

Last night at Inspired Movement:

me:  It’s midnight; time for me to go.

He:  What do you mean?

me:  The vampires come out after midnight.

He:  What do you mean?

me:  I’m talking about the credit card sucking vampires.

He:  What do you mean?

me:   Are you telling me you've never handed your credit card to a woman in apple bottom                jeans and said:  

       “Here, let’s go have some fun.” 

He:  No, I haven't.

me:  Rookie.