Yeah, that’s right. I got a girl’s number tonight. A hot 18-year-old girl who is conversant and very sweet, and fun. Not yet the best swing dancer, but it was her first night. I have never sang so loud as I did when I was driving home. Strangely enough, she goes to a small Christian college, not dissimilar from my own experience. We have some things in common like that, but she runs cross country and grew up in Australia, so we other things not so in common. I am very happy about this. This must be what most people feel regularly, and that’s why they go to bars and get girl’s numbers and then never call them so they can be free enough to go to bars and get other girl’s numbers. I think that’s how it works. It was so nice because at one point we were dancing (actually most of the night we danced with each other… mostly at her request, though I caught on soon enough) and she said she wasn’t smooth, referring to dancing and nothing else, but it made me feel so relaxed. Oh crap this is so nice. I have never seriously asked for a girl’s number before tonight, but I wasn’t letting this one get away! I’ll wait until later to let her get away. I was just wondering if I had a good reason to stay here, and we’ll just have to see if this young lady is that good reason. She smiled at me a lot. I smiled back. My face hurts. My eyes are all red because they were open so long looking at her. We’re going to see what happens with this. Gotta go. Sorry I’ve been gone. I’ve been blogging elsewhere. I know I know. It doesn’t matter where you get your appetite, as long as you always eat at home. I guess that doesn’t apply here, but I love that quote. I think it’s a reference to strip clubs. Gotta go.