The Elans Girls Will be in the Studio With Ethan & I Tomorrow and Who Knows What Could Happen?

Apparently Elans 22nd Anniversary is in three days and what better way to get the word out then to come see Ethan & Lou!

What could go down when the girls arrive in studio just after 8am tomorrow?  What magical fantasies might unfold?  What wonders will be wondered?

Um, I don't know?  Because the fact is I freeze up and act like a dork every time they get here.

The last time they came in I reverted back to third grade me trying to talk to a girl.  Like the time in grade school ... it was so embarrassing.

STORY TIME - Cue the plinky, plunky music

There were these three girls I always used to be friendly with in this particular class.  Let's call them Gwen, Rebecca and Jennifer.

One day Rebecca gave me a hand written note that said: "One of us likes you.  We want you to pick which one."

Then there were check boxes next to their names.  Well, I did not check that box right away. HELL NO. I needed time to think on this nightmare, and what I was walking into if I picked wrong.

I went home that night and I agonized over this decision. Which one seems to smile at me the most? Which one do I like the most and what are the ramifications of choosing wrong?

After a lot of deep thought I decided my best bet was to choose the girl I liked the most and the consequences be damned.  I then told my mom what was up and she thought it was sweet, so I asked her to take me to the store so I could get this girl a gift.  She said yes and we went on our way.  At the store I thought that a greeting card and a pack of New Kids on the Block baseball type cards were the best way to go.

I wrote a quick note in the greeting cards, wrapped the NKOTB cards in a bow and that night I checked the box next to the name Gwen.

The next day at school I was sweaty and nervous, but I summoned the courage to approach the three of them and I walked write up to Gwen, handed her back their note with her name checked and her gifts.

And then ... ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE! 

Three girls were crying, I was crying and ended my day in the principal's office. To this day I have no idea who really liked me.

The moral of that story is don't let chicks decide between them and anyone else EVER..WALK AWAY FROM ALL OF THEM!....

STORY OVER

Why did I tell that story? Because as awkward as I felt on the days of those harrowing events is equal to how awkward I feel when the Elans broads are in here. I completely lose my game.  So tune in tomorrow to hear me be awkward.