I often witness a lot of smut. Hell, sometimes I am the smut. But rarely am I the innocent bystander to smut. But that was the case last night.

The publisher and I were out at Charlie’s last night when a very cute boy approached us. Very cute. And very tall. Anyway, after some mild flirtation, cute turned into Britney. In a matter of seconds, he flipped out. Violently, he started screaming, what, I don’t remember.

Rich and I took a few steps away from my once future husband but he lunged at us. I grabbed him, suggesting he sit down but in stead he pushed me away and in the process propelled himself backward knocking over not one, but two, bars, Rich’s pitcher of beer and my glass

He was escorted out of the building. But not before in typical fag fashion, everyone looked at me and one person even accused me of punching him! In the end, hotness was hauled off and I was cleared of all charges.