So, a few weeks ago I went to a James Bond theme party and got incredibly drunk (damn you, Enormous Vodka Ice Gun!) and consequently have very few memories of the evening itself. I remember getting there. I remember winning a magnum of champange for being the best dressed male. I remember staring down the barrel of Enormous Vodka Ice Gun. I remember waking up on a friends floor the next morning, groaning.
I also remember having a short (five minute?) conversation with a stunningly beautiful woman, Mel, before losing my nerve and excusing myself in case I said something incredibly stupid. This is not in and of itself uncommon- most of my conversations with attractive strangers usually take this form.
Jump forward two weeks and it's my birthday, and Mel's best friend is one of the guests.
"So hey, you met Mel the other day?"
"Yeah, God, she's beautiful, isn't she?"
"She thought you were cute."
[stunned silence]
"Really? Really... Wow, uhm, hey, give me her number, I'll ah, wait, I'll, e-mail her, or something..."
"Well we're having a brunch on Sunday, you should come."
"Uhm, cool, great. I will."
This was all very odd. Not that someone found me cute (cause, hey, I'm pretty cute), but that this information was conveyed to me, through any medium whatsoever. I never know when people find me cute. I'm sure (I mean, surely?) it happens all the time, but I never know about it, let alone get kind of, well, set up. So this was something of a first. Is this what 28ness brings? Friends setting you up with beautiful women? About bloody time.
So I wander along to this brunch (on my birthday, no less), and....have you ever gone to the cinema in a large group, and like, you want to sit next to someone in particular, so as you approach the cinema seats, you time your movement down the aisle just right so that you're all in the right order and you'll definitely end up sitting next to your person of choice, but then something goes disastrously (!) wrong and somehow your carefully planned order is out of whack and you can't ask to switch seats without being painfully and conspicuously obvious? You haven't? Oh, it's awesome, you've gotta try it.
So, somehow, don't ask me how, this is what happens. Like, we pretty much end up at opposite ends of a 12-person table. On the one hand, this definitely reduced the chances of me saying something really stupid and really took the pressure off having to be consistently witty and charming and hilarious for three straight hours ... but on the other, it was kind of an exquisite frustration to be invited to an event specifically to speak to a particular person (which I was really, y'know, looking forward to), and completely missing the boat. Especially as, from what I could hear, she was talking about Star Trek. Sigh.
Now, I'm new to this blogging game, but someone clue me in- writing all this down for anyone and everyone to read is a galactically bad idea, isn't it?
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Which one was Mel?
I'll get her to be invited to my party....
I'm on it, bro.
Ahhh no....continue writing this down for anyone and everyone to read. It is giving me much chuckles :-) Not that I like to laugh at anyones expense or anything!
Well, seeing as she's into STAR TREK an' all that, I reckon it's definitely meant to be. It's like, in the stars, or some shit like that. I'll bet she's into that new Battlestar Galactica too dude.
I completely agree. She certainly responded pretty positively when I mentioned Kobyashi Maru. I knew my lifelong love of Trek would eventually reap dividends with the ladies.