I was with a friend at a progressive happy hour last night - not progressive in the sense that you move from place to place but progressive in the sense that a lot of non-profit, activist types attend.
Anyway - so my colleague was chatting up a handsome pilot. He was sharing his knowledge of beers, they were talking away, it all pointed to a love connection.
We're getting ready to leave and he goes to the bathroom. He comes back, we're paying our bill, he says "I'll meet you up front".
We make our way up front. No pilot.
We go outside thinking he meant all the way up front. No pilot.
She goes back in (twice) to make sure we didn't miss him. No pilot.
Her comment?
"Well, I guess an unfortunate attack of colitis has messed up my sex life again."
Awesome. I didn't ask about the "again" part since we're fairly new colleagues. I'll get to that some other time.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
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