I met a guy a ways back who gave me an interesting proposition. We hadn’t even had a drink yet before he presented his dilemma.

He said he had met this woman a while before he asked me out. She had come over to his house and was planning to go to Vegas. She was intent upon meeting up with a producer in Vegas which apparently she did.

While at his house she decided that she wanted his input on her wardrobe for the Vegas trip. So she went out to her car, retrieved her suitcase, did a striptease and then proceeded to model her different outfits that she intended to wear while in Vegas.

He claims that he didn’t have sex with her.

My mouth dropped open on that one.

I was thinking, “Either you can’t get your sausage to stand straight anymore or she was beyond her prime in the buff.”

This guy told me this story and believe it or not I was actually intrigued enough not to spit my drink out all over him.

Then he says that this woman gets the vote on who he marries. At that point I had to stop drinking otherwise he was going to be wearing my drink all over his chest.

He asked if I had any problem with that.

“Yeah, I do. First of all I am not interested in marriage, at least not on the first date.”

“Second, I don’t dig another woman having more of a say so in my relationships than I do.”

“Third, I am a Christian, and God, not some “has been” stripper gets the vote on who I marry and also who I date.”

“Fourth, is this a test to see if my IQ is above 100? Because yours seems to be at around 10.”