This weekend at one of my (many) social functions, I told this story about how my friend and I went into this restaurant last weekend. I told the waiter we wanted a romantic table for two. I was just kidding, really. Besides, all the tables were romantic; no one was there. Then, later we had been talking about the pros and cons of bringing a third into bed with us, and I was saying something like: "Well, I couldn't deal with having sex with a hotter chick than me, cuz I'd be...jeal...ous...." I looked up. There was the waiter again.
It was purely timing, man... I swear it!
A friend of mine listening to the story said, "Next we'll be reading on your blog that you really are gay."