Bloglander

The night of November 16th at Revolver on Division. Me: Blonde, gray dress,
red lipstick, with a birthday crowd. You: working the door, longer, hair,
facial hair, adorable smile. I came up to you with a friend coyly asking
what we should play on the digital jukebox, we picked some tacky songs and
all sang along. I was dared to come up to you with my number ironically (or
not so much) during 'Call Me Maybe'. I told you to go 'go with it and
smile' while patting your chest. You replied with a big smile and a 'hi'.
That was my real name and my real number! And, maybe I didn't have the guts
to admit, I really wanted you to call me, maybe? Email me at
[email protected] and you can inform me about less tacky
music and I can buy you a drink.