Ben and I went out to dinner last night and watched in rapt fascination the mating dance of the elusive Urban Hobro.
Dude on the right was ostensively there with his wife/girlfriend, but she was all but being ignored—and her body language conveyed in no uncertain terms she was pissed off. Meanwhile, these two were busy talking sports and flirting heavily while Jersey Bro was oblivious to the fact the bartender was undressing him with his eyes every time he walked past.
No, this was not a gay bar. It was a friggin' Applebees.
Just as we were about to leave, Jersey Bro leaned over to the other guy and literally said, "No homo, where did you get your fade?"
As Ben said, "Dicks might touch tonight." BUT NO HOMO!
"Hey Honey..Joel—you know, the guy from the bar?—wants me to come over and watch the game."
"It's 2 am."
"He has it on DVR…"