About a year or two ago my wife announced to me that we were going to a John Mayer concert at The Palace with another couple. The man in the other couple, we'll call him Dan, was told the same thing by his wife.
I was not pleased. Neither was Dan. John Mayer? Really? Can't the girls just go? We'll go somewhere manly like Hooters.
Nope, the women insisted. Those of you who are married know what I mean. So, we begrudgingly went. The entire way up to The Palace and while waiting for the concert to start we were making fun of John Mayer (usually by calling into question his sexuality) and many of the fans (there were several "men" there in tight black pants and eyeliner).
Then John Mayer came out and started playing. Look, I'm not going to say that he totally won me over, but the man can play and he can sing. Extremely well.
Both Dan and I afterward had to admit that it wasn't as bad as we had imagined.
Now, John has scored more engineerd Cool Points (ePC patent pending) for driving the sexiest car Ford ever produced in the best livery ever to adorn any racer.