.....so there was this chick in college*. I use to tell her in class that she had the best nails I'd ever seen.
And it worked. I'm not saying it was directly because of the compliments, but she did break up with her high school boyfriend shortly after and we started "dating" - well....hooking up was more like it.
So I was really kind of getting into her until I walked into her dorm room one time and she looked like she was taking a nap.
Me: Are you sleeping?
Her: No. Just mellowing out to some Manilow.
She might as well have said, "No, just reflecting on my last KKK rally."
Well, that just about put the nail in the coffin in that relationship. Thanks Barry Manilow. For nothing. And I'm reminded of this story because it's Barry Manilow's birthday today. She's 66.
And can someone tell me if Manilow has ever officially come out of the closet? You never hear anything about that.
*this was the chick that tried to put her finger in my butt that one time but I clenched my cheeks so she couldn't. A "sorry - this road is closed" kind of gesture if you will.