For months I've been seeing this incredibly cute guy, in the streets, in the bars, everywhere. He makes Ryan Phillippe look like Wallace Beery on a bad morning. Finally I decided I had to do something. I had to meet him! Then one morning at our neighborhood cafe, I heard someone call him by name--"George."
At the bar the next night I went up to him and clasped his hand in both of mine, "George! (I said) Oh, my god it's been ages! You look great. Meet my friend Sam Jones. Sam this is George...I'm sorry, I've forgotten your last name." He told me and then admitted he had forgotten both of mine which I quickly supplied and suggested we exchange numbers so not to lose touch again.
Well, that was the beginning. I've had lunch with him a couple of times, and we've hung out a few times. He still thinks we met before, and that he just forgot. Was this wicked of me? Do I confess?
2007-12-15
15:41:44
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