My wife and I were at the Tunes from the Tombs music festival at historic Oakland Cemetery. The last performer of the day had wrapped up his set and we were chatting with our friend S. A woman walked up to the three of us and asked me if I would step to the side with her because she wanted to ask me a favor. I stepped to the side with her, but my wife and S followed.
“I want to fake punch you,” the woman said.
“Okay,” I said.
“I’m not really going to punch you,” she assured me.
“Why?” my wife asked.
“Yeah, why?” asked S.
I didn’t ask her why. Oddly enough, I didn’t care. She wasn’t really going to hit me, so I figured what the heck. Go for it.
The woman tried to explain how she wanted to do this fake punch and how I should react while she was also trying to explain to my wife and S that she was doing this to make another woman feel better. The woman had been sitting behind us during the show with two women and one guy. It seems one of two women had gotten her heart broken by a guy with a similar body type as mine.
“She loves these big beefy manly men,” the woman said. “A guy like you.”
“He’s not beefy,” said my wife.
I didn’t think I was beefy either, but I felt complimented anyway. The woman looked back and saw that her brokenhearted friend had walked off with the other woman in their group. My guess is the other woman was trying to console her. The guy in their group, who I should mention was not a big beefy manly man, but a medium build nice looking guy, was left sitting alone.
“Oh well, never mind,” said the woman.