< six degrees

my friend:
> so on friday night i went by this bar with my friend because the owner told us to come by after closing. when we got there, the door was locked and my friend was calling the owner to come out and get us. i peeked in and saw this really cute guy just standing there talking on the phone and motioned for him to open the door.

me:
> uh huh

my friend:
> so we get in and i'm talking to the cute guy and turns out he's from san francisco too!

me:
> no way!

my friend:
> yeah, and he's really smart, he went to [redacted] and then did grad school at [redacted], i think he was in town for a grad school thing.
> and, get this, he lives, like five blocks away from me in san fran.
> and, here in new york, he's staying in a hotel around the corner from mine.

me:
> no way! it's kismet!

my friend:
> yeah! and we have so many things in common. so we're talking and talking, it's like five o'clock in the morning and we start making out at the bar.
> that's not something i usually do, by the way.

me:
> uh huh

my friend:
> but then he asked me for my number.
> and for some reason, i wouldn't give it to him.
> i had this feeling he wouldn't call.

me:
> oh my god, my friend [redacted] did that once! at whole foods. this really hot guy asked her for her number and she wouldn't give it to him.

my friend:
> and, of course, this morning, i totally woke up and was kicking myself for not giving him my number.

me:
> does he know your name and where you work?

my friend:
> i don't know, i don't remember.

me:
> do you know his name?

my friend:
> yeah, just his first name, it's [redacted].

me:
> oh my god, i know him.

my friend:
> [silence]

me:
> no, seriously. i know him! his name is [redacted first, middle and last name], he went to [redacted] and [redacted], he moved to san fran and started his own company, he's [age redacted].

my friend:
> [hysterics]

me:
> oh! he's also my facebook friend!

my friend:
> NO WAY

me:
> yeah, let's look him up.
> [tap tap tap tap on my blackberry]
> oh
> it says he's "in a relationship"
> and all his pictures are with his girlfriend
> huh.

my friend:
> [silence]

me:
> well, maybe he and his girlfriend are breaking up? i mean, who comes to new york for a long weekend by themselves and goes drinking at bars by themselves if their relationship is going well, right?
> i mean, how crazy that you randomly met him the other night and now we're randomly having brunch and you're randomly telling me this story about how you made out with a guy at a bar! you don't even know me that well!
> maybe this is the beginning of some amazing love story. everything happens for a reason -- you met this guy, you really hit it off, you made out and you didn't give him your phone number, but now you're having brunch with me and i know him! i mean, this is a sign if i've ever seen one.

my friend:
> yeah, um, maybe this is a sign that guys are just assholes.
"Observe Everything. Always think for yourself. Never let other people make important decisions for you." — from Bad News by Edward St. Aubyn