Mystery and Matador

I'm sitting on the phone with my good friend, let's call him "Mystery" and I "Matador". We actually laugh about our code names because we "borrowed" them from the VH-1 reality show. You see, Mystery was the host of the show and Matador is his "wingman" teaching the "underdogs" how to be the ultimate "Pickup Artist".

Mystery and I go salsa dancing quite a bit together and try not to "c-block" each other, a very delicate balance. Yes, we do really dance, but every so often, one of us becomes the pickup artist and the other the wingman. Interesting enough, he's been very successful with the "game" having a female as a wingman than a guy. Yeah, I'm just that cool!

But now we're chatting about the Chino Hills reception, it was his family's event. The question, which one of us will remarry first? I say, Mystery, you'll be saying "I do". Although we're both the quinessential commitment phobes, women look at Mystery and think, "how can I make him mine?" He doesn't know that I'm privy to conversations among women checking him out when we're out on the town. It'll be a matter of time before one of the "targets" snags you, Mystery and then I guess, I'll be your "best lady" handing you the ring. Wow, think about the bachelor party. Ah, yeah, the Love Jones is calling ya, mi hermano!

In the meantime, we'll be our goofy selves, dancing and pondering the meaning of life.

Baile!