…And then sometimes you’re like, totally hooking up with a guy, and you’re feeling pretty hopeful about the evening because he’s pretty cute and he’s got a totally “rockin’ bod,”* and things are getting a little hotter and a little less clothed…
…and then you discover that under his jeans, he’s wearing a pair of Batman pyjama pants.
And you get that it’s winter in Canada and everything, but still.
And you don’t let it stop you, but let’s just say it becomes the only memorable thing about the evening.
Sometimes people just aren’t what you’re expecting.
P.S. This didn’t happen tonight, but a few years ago. Don’t get all excited. Don’t call me for “the dish.”** I assure you I still have no life.
P.P.S. If you try to steal this story, I will find you and kill you, because I lived through it, so I’m going to try to find a way to work it into every movie or TV show or novel or whatever I ever write. So copyright me and all that jazz.
P.P.P.S. Sorry, Mom.
*I would never actually use this phrase to describe anybody.
**Another phrase I would never actually use. Like, omg.
EDITED TO ADD: Guys, guys – context is everything. Don’t get me wrong: I am a self-proclaimed geek, and I love comic book superheroes like crazy. On the right guy in the right context, this story would have impacted me very differently. A sexy nerdy dude like Nathan Fillion or Danny Pudi wearing them? Awesome. This guy? Hilarious.