This Other Guy was coming from a function at the other end of the pool/ garden area, and at first sauntered past me, but paused, took a step back and looked at me.
"Hi" he said, not quite smiling
"Hi" I replied, thinking perhaps he thought I was someone else
(did you know that all white people look the same?)
"How are you?" he queried
"I'm fine, and you? What is the party for?" I countered, gesturing to the area behind me
"A wedding"
"Oh really?" I said, noticing that he was quite well dressed in a dark suit and also wondering why someone would get married on a Thursday night. " Are you the groom?"
"Yes" he said
"Well congratulations then" I said
"Thanks" he said, and he proceeded to walk away, then hesitated and back-tracked once more.
"Can I have your number?"
I looked at him with raised eyebrows, "I don't think you understand how this whole marriage thing works."
(I've never completely understood why you are meant to say 'congratulations' to a groom and 'best wishes' to a bride... now I'm convinced that somewhere along the line things got a bit muddled up and you're actually supposed to tell the bride "good luck")
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