Text messages leading up to the date:

Me: i’m running late. be there in 15

Dude From Bar: Me too

Me: i seriously have no idea what you look like. be there in 10

Dude From Bar:lol (aside: I HATE “lol”)

Me: Can u make yourself obvious?

Dude From Bar: I’m the naked guy with a lampshade on my head and a bottle of jagger.

Me: Sweet.

So I walk into the bar, and I only see one guy sitting alone. He was old and gross. I smiled, but he didn’t smile back. Phew. Not him. Then I turned around and saw another guy sitting alone. He smiled and said “hi”. He was hot. Phew.

Taking the advice of my co-worker Chad, I decided not to make an effort to find out his name….to see how long I could go. I seriously didn’t think he knew my name either. We bar hopped and were at some restaurant when he went out for a smoke (ew). From the open window he shouted my name. Dammit. He did know it. I guess when he called me “Eyes” all the time it was just a cute nickname.

Leaving the restaurant, some guy shouted “Hey Shawn!” Dammit. That was not a really funny way to find out his name.

Anyway, we went to another bar (where girls drink FREE on Thursday. Uhm. New favorite hang out.) Needless to say, I got wasted. Woke up this morning, going through my pockets and came up with the number of some guy named Enzo. Would be interesting to remember how I got that number.