INCREDIBLY HOT WOMAN approaches, sheepishly, after the show.
She smiles.
I smile back.
“You were hilarious!” she says, touching my arm.
Gulp.
It’s on.
“Thanks,” I reply, blood rushing from head to head.
“My friend LOVED you, too. We were laughing the whole time! Oh my God…”
“AWESOME!” I say. “Glad you enjoyed…”
“You were just… so obnoxious!”
Uh-oh.
“Thanks?”
Brain furiously scanning definitions of “obnoxious“…
“I mean, she just looked at me right when you were done and was like ‘he’s so freakin’ obnoxious!’ and I was like ‘exactly, so obnoxious!’”
“Oh, yeah, uhhh- Right. Good?” I said, vexed/confused/perplexed by the specificity of their description of my stage presence/act, blood hastily rushing back from head to head.
