Young Sporty Lesbians.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked at my friend in disbelief. Here before us were the fabled softball lesbians. I had to talk to them. I had to make friends! But how? What would be my in? There were three of them and they seemed content just sipping and chatting amongst themselves. Who was I to ruin their less than revelry?
Finally I womaned up. Who cares that if they were from 45 minutes outside of the cities they may have never talked to a black person before?
Apparently our previous plan of looking like lonely puppies was not the best approach so we made up a new one. My guy friend went to "make a call." I walked up to the group and asked some stupid question. It worked. And we proceeded to chat. And chat. And chat. And the friend making the call was gone.
What the f.
So here I was, referring to my "friend" that was nowhere in sight. I had to look like a creeper, right? My friend ACTUALLY made a call. A long one.
That was not the plan!
I proved to not be a creeper when he showed up. Turns out two of them were a couple and the other had a girlfriend. Typical.
And it seems they were slightly concerned before he showed up because when he did one of them went, "Good. You could have been making it up. Going to Yale and here with a friend...thought maybe you were just gonna hit on us."
What? Making up that I have a friend with me. Sure. That would make me seem less creepy. Saying I went to Yale to make approaching total stangers more endearing. Not so much. Does that work?
If anyone has gotten laid because they lied and said they went to Yale, props to you man.
However, I'm gonna roll with previous life experience that tells me people generally have a problem believing I went to Yale and it has nothing to do with the "I went to Yale now you have to sleep with me" phenomenon that may or may not be sweeping the Midwest.