Meeting a Halloweenie
If you somehow managed to miss in this clear and well-written post that I met a couple guys on Saturday night, here’s the sober translation. Which has to be brief because I’m on my lunch hour.
The Saturday of Halloween my girl posse and I got all dressed up in our highly inappropriate outfits and went to a party that Blondie’s friend was throwing. Blondie’s friend had many many many guy friends there. Many of whom were looking a little too guido for my taste, but there were still some yummy ones to choose from.
Although I was introduced to everyone, I spent most of the party chatting up a cute short guy. Who later gave me his phone number (I did not ask, but I didn’t mind either) and then a few minutes later said he wasn’t dating because he had a fiance. Er, ex-fiance. It was never clear. He kept changing his stance on the situation. Needless to say, he crossed himself off the list.
