It's all beginning to make sense

A couple of Sundays ago Carmencita, Alita and I were having brunch. We had thrown the hail mary pass of oops-no-toys-and-the-native-is-restless (ball point pen + lined paper = hey! draw me a picture!). Alita pulls on my sleeve.

Alita: This is you. You're getting married.

Me: Really? To who?

Alita: (with no hesitation) John.

My brain: John Smith? John Leguizamo? John the Baptist? Be more specific child!

Me: John who?

Alita: Um....um....Joooooohhhhhn...actually, I don't know.

But maybe, just maybe she meant John Mayer.