"The Title Has Nothing To Do With The Story"

I once almost invited a girl to a bachelor party. It didn't register to me that it wasn't acceptable to do that. But at the time, here was my reasoning: Two days before it, I fully realized I didn't know hardly anyone else going to it, so if it was gonna be some stupid run-of-the-mill bachelor party, I was thinking I'd just split off with this girl and hang out with her. I tried ta call her, but had lost her number.

I look back now and know for certain that there's something(s), plural, wrong with me. If I had pulled it off, though, some would of called me a lunatic; some a maverick, a trailblazer. It's such a fine line I walk -- a tight-wire act, really.