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Monday Apr 05, 2010

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No I understand while people don't blog while drunk. You accidentally delete everything. Or say embarrassing things I suppose.... But I don't embarrass easy....

So.... I met a girl while drunk on the train the thursday and got her number. tried to call her number saturday but got voice mail. Did confirm that I got a girls number that matched the name I put in my phone.

Funny thing is I don't remember the finer points of the conversation. I do remember getting the number and doing my standard don't give me your number because I will drunk dial you routine... It's funny cause I actually give a courtesy sober dial first... Grins. Anyway... Didn't try calling today cause it seemed rude to call on easter... Will give it a try tomorrow and leave a message if I don't get through..

It would be fun to get through though and found out.... you know what I said... Whether as I think might have happened she spoke to me first..... Or I said hi and she didn't run away.

Did I tell my bad jokes?

I don't quite remember.... I can just make educated guesses.

Anyway.... I had a conversation about it with a friend... Cause I was worried about how I may have behaved... I always do... But I assume girls don't give numbers to guys who were complete asses?

Anyway.... He said oh no.... This will just reinforce everything. And indeed it did.... Apparently being drunk only makes me more charming. Sober I'm shy and awkward. Halfway to black out drunk I can't take a 15 minute train ride without getting a girls number... Grins..

I'm just kidding.

Have fun folks.

Also have a nice day,
JDF
smyth:
thank you for your comment on my set smile
that is a line from a poem i wrote, so really its meaning is up for interpretation. i originally intended it to mean that there will always be some connection between us, no matter how thin or delicate that connection is...we are always tethered to each other in some way.
Apr 6, 2010

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