Anyone who knows me in real life knows that it's sort of my "thing" to pass my business card out (sometimes, like a poker dealer) to any cute boys I happen to be flirting with/interested in.
(It's much less awkward than standing there while a guy programs your number into his phone. Especially if he forgets your name.)
Anyhow, I was out on Saturday nite and ended up running into a friend I haven't seen since the '60s at Bier Markt.
(For those of you good at math... yes, I was not born until 1976. But go with me on this one. I hadn't seen him in a long, long time.)
Turns out, my friend's half-brother/step-brother (I don't remember which) was at the bar too, and we ended up chatting for much of the nite.
And then... it happened.
The cutie brother (aka The Hugger) realized he'd left his friends inside for most of the nite, so he asked if we'd be sticking around for a while (since he was going to run inside to quickly find his friends). When I told him we were leaving soon, he grabbed his wallet, pulled out a business card, handed it to me and told me to call him.
WHAT?!?!? That is MY move, mister.
(However, after being on the receiving end of this transaction, I admit that it was a very effective maneuver. As such, it will continue being my signature move. Ladies, you should try it too.)
So, I now have the card for a guy who is super cute, funny, chivalrous (as in, some uber-drunk douchebag called me a bitch at one point -- though I think he was calling everyone a bitch -- and The Hugger called him out and told him to never call me that again).
And, he gave me what could quite possibly be the best hug I have ever gotten. Like, an honest-to-goodness pick-me-off-the-ground bear hug.
(Thank God I hadn't eaten a heavy dinner.)
So now the ball is in my court. Wonder if The Hugger might be Mr. May-be.
P.S. Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll to name this month's dating adventures! And a heartfelt "hi" to all my new followers -- including you, Maura! ;)