I had to proctor the SAT early one Saturday morning, so I wanted an uneventful, quiet Friday evening. We went to the neighborhood Cheddar's bar. We were sitting on the corner and the guy next to MWG looked really familiar. I kept saying, "I swear we know this guy." About 30 minutes into the evening, MWG leans in and says "Jeff Fisher." I'm all, what? "The guy looks like Jeff Fisher, the head coach of the Titans." Oh, okay.
MWG tells the guy that I thought he looked familiar and we start a conversation, blah blah blah. We talk to him for at least half an hour about all sorts of things and were having a good time. When we were getting ready to leave, MWG went to the bathroom and the guy stands up and tells me:
"There are two guys in this world that are my best friends - who I'd do anything for and your boyfriend reminds me of one them. He is a really good guy, I can tell."