Smooth

Though I was back in the saddle, it took a while for anything to happen. Well, I suppose things got a bit weird between the Brit and I on Halloween. The result of too much alcohol, nostalgia for Cait who was in town with us, and who knows what else. He thought it was a good idea to kiss me while we were sharing a Jumbo Slice in DC. And then when I asked him what he was doing, he thought it was a good idea to literally run away from me. We couldn't find his drunk-ass for a good 10 minutes. I'll be the first to admit the experience was jarring at the least, and it took a bit of time before we could be ourselves again. Thank goodness our friendship is back on track and all is well now.

The weekend after Halloween, I was out in Georgetown at a bar: I was with a friend from undergrad who was in the District for a conference, and we were out with her conference buddies. Truthfully I wasn't that close with this girl, and I wasn't interested in the conference buddies who are all undergrad kids. So I looked over and saw a group of 6 guys standing in a circle talking to each other. I was relieved because they did not fit the preppy Georgetown type (way too similar to my undergrad for me). I took a swig of beer, and told myself, "why not?" I walked over to all six of them, inserted myself into their conversation and said, "Did you guys go to Georgetown? Because you don't look like it." They laughed and one said, "No no." So I asked what they did. This smartass one looks down at his beer and says, "Well, I'm holding a beer, that's what I do."

Now watch closely because this smartass becomes a new character. We call him Soul Patch Pat b/c my roommate thought he had a soul patch when she met him briefly (it's actually a cleft chin, no need to tell me not to get with a guy who has a soul patch - its already in my unwritten rules, don't you worry).



My favorite line of the evening came from SPP's roommate Nals. I asked the guys what they'd be talking about if I wasn't there - if it were just guy talk. His quick-witted reply was, "Probably you." Talk about smooth.

I spent the rest of the evening talking to all of them. SPP ended up endearing me to him by the end of the night: when he found out I was a 1L he said, "I will wife you up right now." I was amused by the use of "wife" as a verb, what can I say. At the end of the evening, SPP exchanged our numbers by stealing my phone from me and putting himself in there with the tagline, "Google Me." It's another boy-meets-girl in a bar story, but probably not your typical one.