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I met Shawn Michaels at a restaurant once-we'd accidentally been given his
table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked,
and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was
Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that).
Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant)
comes by and says "I'm so sorry, but we'd like to move you to another table if
you could be troubled, and we'll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal
and any other meal you'd like while you're in town." My sister and cousin were
both like "Yeah that's cool." and I kind of played the asshole a bit. "I'm sorry, I just
don't understand. We've been here for 15 minutes - we've just ordered. Can't we
finish our meal here?" Then out of nowhere Shawn Michaels shows up next to the
manager and says "Paul, these guys can finish. We'll be at the bar. I got some
time." And I (being a big HBK fan) said "Oh wow, uh... I had no idea. Please feel
free to give them the table." Shawn was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks,
then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later.
After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story
short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never
forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the
French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, Shawn Michaels and I made
glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents.
