Awkward moment of the night: I’m at happy hour with J. and this middle aged bald guy with weird eyebrows taps me on the shoulders:
Qball: “Hey, how are you?”
Me: “Hi…?”
Qball: “I know you from somewhere. I don’t know where though.”
Me: “Oh?”
Qball: “Yes. Online. Somewhere.”
Me: “Eh… I don’t think so.”
Qball: “Yes. Definitely. True. Are you on True.com. You messaged me on True.”
Me: “Uh… I don’t think so. I’m not on True.”
(Qball continues for a few minutes, insisting he’s messaged me on True. I couldn’t find a tactful way to say, “No. I am very sure I never messaged you. In a million years. Ever.”)
Qball finally left.
J. shot me a look like, “…hoe.”
J.: “Interesting eyebrows though.”
(I try to wipe the look of mortification from my face.)
After happy hour, Erik, Paige, Dave, and I went to the Kitty Kat Club…which was special. Pictures later today. Erik is setting Miss P up for a date tomorrow! WOO! We’ll see how that goes.