I think that was a Sinatra song. Anyway, last night at the Elbow Room after the Scottish Rite degree work, I ran into this really cute woman named Christina who swore she knew me. Turned out that apparently I look like a guy from Terre Haute named Tony, who equally apparently was an asshole. Thankfully we got that straightened out and she doesn’t think I’m an asshole. But we had a nice chat and overall she kind of made me think of what Sally must have been like at her age.
Anyway, Christina, if you ever happen onto this blog, leave a comment. I know a guy — a single guy — who I think you’d like.
P.S. No, it did not even occur to me to get her phone number. I was too entranced by her face, to the point that I have almost no idea what the rest of her looked like (although from what I can remember, hubba hubba). Pretty eyes. She was simply gorgeous.
A "surly curmudgeon[], suspicious and lacking in altruism." (Robert A. Heinlein)