And one wonders why I don't have a boyfriend

I am sure you have been able to tell from reading this blog that I am nothing if not classy.

However, this was not always the case.

About 4 or 5 years ago, I met this cute guy, Bob*, at a bar and we chatted and then ended up kissing quite a bit in the middle of the room at the bar. He wanted me to go home with him, but I was not that kind of girl then. I saw him here and there around town after that but nothing ever came of it.

Then, last night, while I am at the same bar, I was having a drunken, ridiculous conversation with my friends when I look over and the cute guy is standing next to me.

Cutie: Hi, don't I know you? You look familiar...
Me: Hello. Yeah, I think you do know me, you look familiar too. What's your name?
Cutie: Bob, is your name Dana(totally not my name)?
Me: No, my name is hamster_grrl, but yeah, I know you Bob, we made out once here in the karaoke room. That's how you know me.
Cutie:......really?
Me: Yep, we totally made out in the karaoke room. That is how you know me.
Cutie:.....
Me:.....
Cutie:.......um.....I gotta go now......
Me: Ok, have a good night!

Then he went back to his table and told his friends the story, I don't think he remembered making out with me *ouch* and it looked like he didn't really know what to do with what I told him.

Then I told everyone at my table about it and had a good laugh. Today, though, I feel slightly bad. I mean, he did see me from across the deck and crossed it to come and talk to me, which does not happen often, and it took guts to ask how he knew me, and I completely shut him down. Poor guy.

But, then again, he totally didn't remember my name, so I can't feel too badly.


*name changed to protect the innocent