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You know, as much as I roll my eyes whenever someone says it, you really do tend to find someone whenever you’re not looking- or in my case, two someones.

I met up with a group of girls to support our friend Blondie who sings in a folk-y, Dixie Chicks-like trio- definitely not where you expect to find hordes of straight, single men. After the show the entire audience was invited to a birthday party for one of the band members, a private party at one of those trendy places with no sign out front and a bouncer standing at the front door who won’t let you in without a password (seriously, I was in charge of remembering it!).

I was thrilled just to be there toasting to their success, hanging out with friends from work, and enjoying a night off and didn’t even notice the cute guy next to me when I leaned over the bar to get a drink. It wasn’t until he made some sort of comment about my trouble getting the bartender’s attention that I turned to look into his dark, smoldering eyes (and yes, I know that’s a cliché, but I swear sometimes it actually fits).

After finally placing my order, I plopped down on the stool next to him and abandoned any search for my girlfriend who I had also promised to bring a drink to, figuring if the conversation lasted long enough I’d have a back-up to keep me from dancing on top of the bar to get another one.

As the minutes passed and our drinks grew shorter, I realized I wasn’t going anywhere, but I was in a bit of trouble. He had introduced himself at the bar, before I had begun to pay attention, and I had no recollection whatsoever. We were way beyond the stage of my asking him to repeat it without seriously damaging a good first impression.

As we left he asked for my phone number, programmed it into his phone and immediately called me so that I would have his. I opened my mouth, momentarily considering owning up to my mortifying lack of memory, before biting down on my lip and calling him “???”. The saving grace in the back of my mind was that he had mentioned going to school with Blondie so I already decided to call and grill her for information- what was the harm in including the most basic in my search?

The next day, I called Blondie who got a total kick out of the whole story and told me that his name was “Great Guy”, and that he really was great. When my phone rang later that evening with a different guy’s name that I didn’t recognize but had obviously programmed into my phone I got scared that either she or I made a mistake. I sent it to voice mail and listened perplexed to a man’s voice explaining that he’d really enjoyed meeting me the night before and wanted to take me out sometime. I called Blondie back and asked if she knew who “Not Great Guy” was. She laughed again, explaining that he was a photographer for the band, at which point I remembered casually exchanging numbers for future work opportunities and not expecting any more of it.

So, after what I expected to be a girl’s night out, I now have two nights of back-to-back dates lined up and will hopefully be referring to one or the other simply by pet names soon- it’ll make things a whole lot easier.

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