The only way to date is through comedy.

Centaur nymph Marqueste Tuileries via WikipediaLast Tuesday, Michelle and I went to to a special comedy affair. It was called Friends of Single People and it was at Littlefield in Gowanus, Brooklyn. It was a comedy dating show.

This, ladies and gentlemen, was an event made for me and Michelle.

The basic premise is that single people and their friends (single or otherwise) go to this event and sign up for a chance to be on stage. Every person randomly selected to be on stage is representing a single friend (by whose name they are known on stage). They then answer questions in the guise of their single friend, asked by the emcee, and vie for a chance for their single friends to meet each other.

I, in my infinite lucky way, got selected to represent Michelle. Being that Michelle is super crazy awesome, I of course worked my hardest to represent her amazingness. This came to light when the final question was asked by the gentleman representing the “single guy” in this round…where I was competing against two other ladies (representing two other lady friends) for his affections (on behalf of Michelle…you follow still?).

His final question? It was (seriously…and yes, men are terrible):

If you had to have sex with an animal, what animal would it be? 

Come on, buddy. Animal sex is the best you can do? Really?

At any rate, it was my turn to answer first, and since I was answering on behalf of Michelle, I knew I had to dig deep into my soul and find that phenomenal answer that no one else could top.

Therefore, I said:

Centaur. Man on top. Horse dick on the bottom. 

Needless to say, I won a free drink ticket for Michelle and a chance for her to hang out with an eligible bachelor. It…didn’t lead anywhere, but at least it was great fodder for this blog.


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