I'm Sure She'll Make a Great Wife

The setting:
Valentine's Day.
Baltimore.
Inner Harbor.
A piano bar.
At the bar.
With a beer.
Miller Lite if you really cared.
With fellow Gentleman John Oz.

The story:

Girl walks right up to me.
"You have a girlfriend?"
"No"
"My name is Christina"
"Adam"
"My best friend is getting married and we're having her bachelorette party. [shows me a playing card that reads - find the cutest guy in the bar and take a picture of him kissing the future bride].
"Ah wow, I'm flattered."
"You're coming with me"
"Ozzzz??"
"Good luck"

I'm grabbed by the hand and dragged across the bar. I'm brought to a group of girls all wearing nice black dresses. Bride-to-be is wearing one of those 'miss america' shawls across her dress. We meet, its sufficiently comically awkward. Christina takes out camera, I kiss future bride. I'm still confused. They thank me. I say to Christina, so do I get a kiss now? She says 'fine,' and I get a kiss as well.

Pleased and still confused, I walk back to John Oz.
He hands me back my beer.
I begin to explain to him what just happened.
I'm still explaining, when:

A girl walks up to Oz.
Says hi, and introduces herself and her friend.
"So do you have a girlfriend?"
Oz, "Um, no I don't"
"What kind of guy doesn't have a girlfriend on Valentine's Day?"
Oz, "I..."
Two girls walk away.

I couldn't be laughing harder at this point.
This is an odd place.
I'm having a good time.
What kind of guy doesn't have a girlfriend on Valentine's Day?
The kind that doesn't date based on what day of the year it is.

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