Well, this will be one of my weirder stories.
In 2003 my beloved maternal grandmother passed away, aged 97. She was awesome, and very much missed. As l was the sole professional singer in my family, naturally her children requested my services for the funeral, and of course l was happy to oblige.
At the reception afterward at my aunt's house, l noticed a petite, attractive lady spending a good amount of time staring intently at me.
This got my attention because a) I'm about as handsome as the wrong end of a dog and b), she really was an attention-getter herself. Petite, very well dressed, and had that aura which you encounter on the rarest of occasions:
Here lies perfection.
I was thus intrigued, and initiated a conversation with her which resulted in her asking me out. I told her that it depended on my brother, which was true as he had driven us down for the funeral. I didn't know when he would need to head north, but l knew he was my ride home.
After conferring with my older brother, he said, " Dude, you get less action than Mr. Spock. Hit it. "
So, a couple of hours later l found myself out on a first date with my decreased grandmother's hairdresser.
She was really a nice lady, for the most part. We drove past a karaoke bar at one point, and she expressed a desire to spend some time there. l soon found myself perusing a list of available songs and picked out The Doors'
People are Strange.
The dj complimented me and l thought,
not bad for a first time. I sang one more for my companion, and then it was back to the motel.
Since my brother was in the room, we enjoyed each other's company for a while, agreed to meet again, and then she delivered the kicker:
" By the way, l have hepatitis C. " 😱
