Yesterday evening was Zule and my 7th wedding anniversary. We went to the The Pub at Fourth Street Live for dinner and then to Lucky Strike for a drink. Now, if left to my own devices, I like to drink or not to drink, as of late, at the Mag Bar and the Back Door. But, on a date, its better to go to places like Lucky Strike, Zule and I thought.....
Okay, so clearly Zule and I were on a date. This whacko guy walks by and says "yo". So, just in case I know him, I say "hey!" and then turn back around to discuss girls' butts within the bar with Zule. Then, I realize the guy has sat down two chairs from me behind me. I lean over to Zule and say "Eww, like that guy is behind me now". Full fledged ignoring at this point. Then, when the guy goes to get his bowling shoes, he touched my waist as he walked past. Now, I don't typically care if my friends touch my hair, my waist, hug me, kiss me on the cheek whatever, but this from a stranger, I thought was the final straw. I tell Zule, "that dude just touched me". Zule was like "I did not see it". So then, as the guy walks by AFTER getting his nasty rental bowling shoes, he runs the filthy things along my waist in passing. It was very degrading. Zule saw this and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He said "I'mma go talk to him". At first I was like, No, please dont... but then I realized, on behalf of all the ladies out there who do not have wonderful husbands that dont automatically realize their wives had nothing to do with this, I said go for it.
He walked over and within a minute or two, the whole thing was "resolved". Zule is such a hottie! (and no, I'm not one of those chicks who try to start shit that their man has to resolve, this is the second time Zule has had to defend my honor. But he did! He' s such the medieval times green knight.
I love you zule, for this and everything. Happy Anniversary, Darling.
Secret message for the ladies: the waiters at the pub at fourth street live are beyond hot in their kilts. Go for this the way men go to hooters.