Call me Desparate but…
I met a guy tonight (or two) at this gay businessman mixer, and he gave me his business card, and we chatted, etc. He was tall, some kind of commercial real estate-lawyer-type-dude, and very nice, and sexy; and I didn’t think much of our interaction until the end, where he handed me his business card and said: “Well, it was so good meeting you, maybe we can talk soon, or maybe we could even grab a coffee and talk soon (wink wink; implicit I want to do you-vibe).” With that last little clause, I’m pretty sure he was hooked (Traivor verified that he wanted a piece), and true to ADD form, I LOST his business card tonight. Like, OF COURSE, I lost his business card. This man is probably my soul mate/husband, and I LOST his business card. I explored every option as to where I could have lost it, and yeah, it’s gone. I even went back to a restaurant I was eating at to confirm that it wasn’t there, so yeah. That’s the end of that story. He seemed pretty great, so I figured great lengths would need to be taken to confirm that his business card was in fact lost. On another note, the man running the mixer is an online crush who I’ve seen in person 1,000,000 times. The hightlight of my night was when said man, let’s call him, Scott (aka his real name) smiled at me as he was talking to my friend. He smiled at me and we locked eyes and it was kinda hot. Anyways, I don’t think he’s my soulmate, merely a fuckmate, but I definitely think the other guy had potential, and now I don’t have a means contacting him. I’m wondering if Missed Connections is too desparatish but I ain’t got no shame in my game.
