Alright...this is a twisted story, but it happened.
Somewhere around October, 2000, I met my wife-to-be in a "strip club"...(wait for it)...
No, she wasn't stripping. There used to (or may still be), a place in Calgary called "The Westgate".
IF ANYBODY IN CALGARY REMEMBERS THIS PLACE, OR KNOWS WHAT THE NAME OF IT WAS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.....neither of us can remember...

Anyways, the general layout was, a naked dancing lady place on one end, a naked dancing guy place on the other, and a techno bar in the middle, ( a recipe for disaster if I've ever heard one.)
I was hanging out with some buddies, enjoying
what I recall as being some absolutely scintillating conversation about finance, the state of the world...etc....when I saw a dude even uglier than I am really, really crowding this poor girl. She looked terrified.
So, I saunter up all 6' 4", 270lbs of man-meat which I possess, puffed out my moobs as proudly as I could, and told this guy, "thanks for watching out for my girl when I was in the can, you can go now." He actually walked away......
And after about a year and a half of courtin', I married that woman.
We have a beautiful daughter, (as per the avatar), a great life, and have actually lived happily ever after.
Moral....If you're really drunk, you can pretend you're cavalier in real life.