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A Stranger Comes Knocking On Your (Back) Door

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University of Michigan. Peer Pong. Tight Superman Tee-Shirt. A happy ending that ends in a way a happy ending has never ended before. Need we say more? Yes. Let’s. Comedian Mike Kelton opens our June 3rd show with quite the tale….


When A Capella Singers Let Us Down

Pitch Perfect

I’d had a crush on Guy since freshman year, when I’d seen him perform that Maroon 5 song in his a capella group.  We’d always flirted, but neither of us was ever brave enough to make a move or ask the other out.  Finally, when I was a senior and living with one of his former singing mates, I ran into him at a pajama party in someone’s dorm.  He’d already graduated but had come all the way to campus—in the snow, in his pajamas—for this party.  We danced for hours and he asked me why I’d never just come out and told him I liked him.  I asked him the same question.  All of a sudden, the cops showed up and he pulled me into someone’s bedroom.  He pushed me back onto the bed and started making out with me; then we lay completely still until the cops were gone.

The party started dispersing after that and I realized he was pretty sloppy drunk.  He looked up at me through half closed eyes, swaying slightly in his flannel pj pants, and asked if he could spend the night with me.  I didn’t want to hook up with him, but I was a little worried about sending him home in the snow when he was in this state.  I told him he could crash on our couch, and called my housemate asking her to stay awake until we got back.  As I ended the call, I looked over and saw he had a duffle bag.  A DUFFLE BAG.  Dude had come to campus for the evening planning to hook up with some college girl and spend the night.

I set him up on the couch and then went into my room and hung out online for awhile.  He kept wandering drunkenly into my bedroom. I tried to tell him goodnight, but he kept trying to pull me up.  “Well,” I thought, “I guess I have been wanting to do this for years, drunk or not drunk.”  I let him lead me to the bed, and we lay down on my back.  Instead of kissing me, he kind of just slobbered everywhere and then passed out. I woke him up, trying to get him off of me, but he just said “shhh,” again slobbered all over me (in an attempt to kiss me) and passed out once more.  Eventually I got him to stand up, all but pushed him into the living room, and slammed my door shut.

In the morning, he burst into my bedroom, freshly showered and dapper-looking, and announced he was going to church.  He later called my housemate (his former singing mate) asking how he’d ended up at our house the night before.

My curiosity is sufficiently sated.


A Date on Thin Ice


I met this guy at a party in college; let’s call him Stu.  He attended a well-known university not far from mine.  He seemed kind of shy but that was endearing, so I chatted him up until he asked for my number at the end of the night.  I was a sophomore and he was a senior, so of course I felt all cool.

The first night we went out, there had been a huge blizzard the night before. The snow was piled up to our waists.  He parked near my dorm and then we walked to the subway station…single file.  He stayed about three feet ahead of me the entire time and didn’t say a word; I felt like I was being taken on a guided tour of my neighborhood.  We went to a movie, and then he suggested we go to a nearby café for hot cocoa.   Finally, I thought, we’re going to have a conversation!  But as I sat and drank my cocoa, he read a newspaper.  He didn’t even want cocoa himself.  Then I went home.  I guess it was kind of a date by myself that somebody else paid for.

Believe it or not, there was a second date.  I suggested we go ice skating.  I printed out a set of directions (this was pre-smart phones) and he picked me up at my dorm in his car…but he ignored my directions and just started driving.  He was a terrible driver.  He would speed up until he was right behind a car, and then swerve around it.  This was a single-lane boulevard, not a highway.  We were listening to NPR, and I remember wondering if my last moments of life were going to be spent listening to a reading of someone’s new bird book.

We drove on for about twenty minutes, until we were far away from any points of reference I would have known to reorient us, and then he said, “Well, I have no idea where we are, so I hope this is the right direction!”  and let out this huge chuckle.  I swallowed, my heart in my throat.  This is it.  He’s doing this on purpose.  He’s going to kill me.

“Um, can you pull over so we can look at my directions?”

“Eh, I’m not too worried about it, we’ll figure it out.”

Within a few minutes, the road we were on had ended.  We were on I95 seeing signs for Cape Cod.

“Okay that’s it, Stu. You need to get off the highway right now and pull over.”

He chuckled again, as if we were out on a fishing expedition and I couldn’t handle the waves.  But he pulled off at the next exit.  I directed us into an abandoned parking lot (smart move) and when he stopped the car, I found a map on the floor.  As he was looking at it, I noticed a case of really nice binoculars on the floor by my feet.

“What are those for?” I asked.  He didn’t answer.

He figured out how to get back to campus (it was really just a matter of retracing our steps) and drove me back.  When we were almost at my dorm, he said, “Well, now that we know where we are, want to go ice skating?”

I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so I just said, “No…I think I’ve had enough for one night.  Thanks.”

And that, thank God, was the end of Stu.


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A Wonderful Date


I threw up blood in a movie theatre then ended up sleeping on the roof of my house after leaving the ER, and that was the end of the worst date I’ve ever been on.