Last Saturday, I may have heard my 2nd favorite pick-up line of all time... "so, can I be the next naked guest at your next dinner party?"
I'll confess, there was a little context to the remark. But when that's the line, does the context really matter? So, his nickname will now be the Naked Guest. Or NG. Which makes me think of the song "Anna Ng" and there's nothing wrong with that, or "A Little Birdhouse in Your Soul. (If you haven't heard those songs by They Might Be Giants, then you should. Puts an immediate smile on your face.)
Meeting a guy the conventional way is kind of fun: my friend D takes me to a Saturday afternoon party (ostensibly because he wanted my opinion on this other girl, and if she would go out with him... but she never showed up), and during the course of meeting new people at the party, I end up in conversation with a friend of the host. Before I leave, NG asks for my number. Then, following the rules, NG waits until the following Wednesday to call me. I, only following the rules by dint of being super busy and forget that I've turned my ringer off, am unable to talk when he calls. Twice. After a brief bout of phone tag, we finally talk and make plans for the Saturday afternoon.
Not following the rules... he makes it clear that he is very excited to see me.
I'm assuming he'll be dressed on our date today, though. We will be out in public.
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