Last night I ran into some guys I knew from college at an old favorite watering hole. Most of them went to my school and were a few years older. One attended the land-grant institution down the road; not that there's anything wrong with that. Go Team!
The guy I didn't know was visiting from out of town. He had the bright idea that I should go back to his host's house with him when I was ready to leave. I had to decline, but I gave him my phone number. You see, the combination of a) hooking up with a stranger b) hooking up with a stranger at someone else's house c) hooking up with a stranger my friends know and d) hooking up with a stranger who lives in the 863 (Orlando) area code was pretty resistable. Four strikes, brother. You are way out. Even if you are totally hot.
Now the fun begins. This morning my phone rang. It was the guy. In the background I could swear I heard helicopters. He said:
"Do you know (my hosts) address? I left my bag in his car."
~No
"You've never been to his house?"
~No
"Who is this?"
~This is Dibbs. I met you last night.
"Oh! Oh, Dibbs. Well, it was really nice to meet you. I hope I see you again soon."
What I assume happened here is another fine young lady took him up on his offer. He went to her house and come morning they had no idea where to find our friend. Finding a number from our town in his phone, he thought he'd struck gold, but no. It was the other girl he'd propositioned. And still no luggage. Bless.
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