13 Mar
2013
13 Mar
'13
5:57 p.m.
On Wed, 13 Mar 2013, Jason T wrote:
Met $cutegirl at concert. Chatted, shared laughs.
Good signs.
Outside later, walking to our separate cars, I dare to ask for a phone
#. It was offered. Huzzah. Pull out PDA (thinking back to what year
this should have been, probably a Handspring Visor,) prepare to take
down the digits. $cutegirl notices PDA. "Ohh, my mom has one of
those!"
I think this is where the kids paste the "forever alone" guy in their thread.
(I did get her number, though.)
When that happens to me, it's usually so that she can try to fix me up
with her mom.