You: Sweet guy 30s?, with blue eyes, silver hair and a cap at Gold Diggers in Hollywood. You bought my friend and I drinks after a drunk, rude guy called me "weird" and yelled at me because I stopped him from pulling on my friend's dress to get her into the dance floor.
Me: The tall lady with long brown hair in the long black dress with a glimmery belly chain and butterfly coverup.
So, my friend seemed interested in you, and I was wingmaning for her that night so I let you be while I danced alone. I caught you looking at me a few times, though, and by the time you dropped us off I could tell that you were interested. But she was so drunk, man - I had to carry her inside. She told me that she had your contact info.
Now, this morning, she says that she didn't. And she's "done with boys" and can't even really remember you.
Well, Christian. I remember you. You are from Newport Beach but work in KTown. You somehow like Pantera but also the eurotrash EDM music I like. You work in entertainment marketing and I'm in entertainment (comedy writer.)
Sooo... I'm posting this because I'm not the type of person to let someone buy us drinks/uber us around then ghost. So if you read this - or someone recognizes this description - let's go on a less chaotic date. Unless you want to date my friend. That's totally ok instead - I love my friend and it seems like you would be good to her. Thanks for preventing her from falling.
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