A few weeks ago Kellie and I went to a taping of The Hour with George Strombolopolous. More on that in another Nablopomo post.
So anyway. I asked that “Creepy Guy” what “list” he was talking about. I guess this “list” was the part that was creeping me out the most. I demanded to know what “list” he was talking about. A couple days went by with no response and I thought I had heard the last of this guy. Then he wrote to say:
Yeah, I was the tall guy in the line beside you at The Hour, I asked you something about the tickets. I’ll admit it, I was instantly attracted to you upon your response, and I remember thinking to myself how I wanted to know more about this person. I wrote my name down in the sign in sheet under yours; you have a really nice sounding name so it was easy to remember. I thought it was worth a shot to see if you were on Facebook. Do you get this a lot?
So … yeah. Not creepy, and kind of really sweet. What a great “How I Met Your Grandfather” story to tell the young ‘uns. It’s practically retarded not to pursue it.
But what am I supposed to say? A competition with Egypt is not much of a competition at all.