Remember the fire dept dinner I went to on Saturday night? (I had the awesome shoes?)
Anyway, one of the most-loved firefighters is G. His real job is paramedic, and he's definitely the guy you want to show up when you need a paramedic. He is fun, considerate, smart, caring, and he happens to weigh about 400 pounds.
(bottom right guy in this photo:
http://tinyurl.com/yf2vxzg)
He had a girlfriend when I first met him about 6 years ago, but it turned out she was basically just freeloading off of him and dumped him maybe 4 or 5 years ago. I don't believe he's been in a relationship since.
He walks in with a 23ish year old, 100 pound blonde bombshell. I am about halfway in to my bottle of wine but have sense enough to keep my voice down when I ask DH "Is she a HOOKER?!"
Just then, another person at our table says "that must be the Hooters girl."
A few minutes later, I had an actual Freudian slip when I called her a "hookers" girl. I truly intended to say "Hooters." Oops.
Turns out she IS a hooters girl! No one knows if he actually paid her to go with him that night (which is what we suspect) or if she was just doing him a favor (because he really frequently patronizes hooters, as much for the food as for the ladies.)
I wanted to wait until I had a pic of the 2 of them together at the dinner, but of course I didn't bring my camera, and the official photographer didn't email me pics like he said he would.