Apparently playing a musical instrument like a crazy person while you walk down the street is attractive. I’m taking a ukulele class – yes, I said ukulele – a few blocks from my house, and last night I was walking home, strumming as I went. As I stopped at a crosswalk, a man standing next to me, who was not in possession of all his teeth, remarked, “Wow, you’re really good.”
“I’m not really,” I responded. “I only know 3 chords so far.” I played them: C, G7, F. The man stared at me in wonderment.
“That was amazing!” Beat. “Can I buy you a beer?”
“Um, thank you, but I have to get home.”
“Um, OK. Can I have your number though?”
“Really, that’s sweet, but no.”
“But you’re so good at playing the ukulele!”
Um, yeah. I’m sure it was the ukulele that sealed the deal…