someone sent a comment to me asking for the funniest story that I have…to liven my blog up a bit
It was the last summer before my senior year at Cal Berkeley 1993….
My best friend was studying French in Bordeaux and while he was away, I bumped into one of his french teachers, “Steve” at a cafe…. we talked for the morning and then he asked if I wanted to go for lunch… I had had coffee with Steve and Matt (my friend) twice before so I knew him only a bit.
That afternoon, he took me to lunch at one of the best restaurants in America, Chez Panisse just outside Berkeley…..
I had been a couple times before so I knew one of the waitresses… a gorgeous Brazilian woman that I had “nearly” asked out on a date a couple of times.
So there I am in a super packed restaurant having a great lunch with “Steve” and at the same time flirting a lot with the waitress…. we had a long lunch, so it had given me a lot of time to chat with the gorgeous brazilian woman….. I had just asked her for her phone number…she was pulling her pen out and writing it down for me….
her pen was just touching her note paid…she was smiling as I told her that I was going to take her to my favorite Italian restaurant in San Francisco…when suddenly…. out of no where…..Steve reaches across the table and grabs my hands and holds them in his and screams “SCOTT!!! WHERE DOES OUR RELATIONSHIP STAND??????”
… the whole restaurant stopped and turned towards us…
I am not kidding, everyone had been so startled by Steve’s scream that they all turned to look at us…. Steve was holding my hands in his with tears pouring down his face…
and he repeated again, even louder…. “where does our relationship stand?????”
I was at a complete loss for words … shocked…. it was like a movie… the whole restaurant was looking at us…. the gorgeous waitress standing next to us… even more shocked than I was.
When I started to explain… studdering, at a loss for words …. “Steve…I am not gay … what are you talking about?????”
…he started sobbing, crying with tears pouring down his face and he said screaming, “It’s ok if you are uncomfortable about our relationship….its ok….it’s ok…it’s ok….” (this was all screamed at me in a packed restaurant)
…. I never saw the brazilian woman again …. the contract completely blew out … she did not give me her phone number.
but its probably the funniest story that i have…
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