A friend of mine recently met with a girl on a dating app – let’s call her Dina. He saw that I was Facebook friends with Dina, and after going on a first date with her, he asked me how I knew her. I proceeded to tell him about my time with Dina.
About seven years ago, I was at a bar and randomly met Dina. She is about 5’3”, fit, nice C-cup boobs, and has a girl next door kind of look (and was also about 23 at the time). Being borderline black out drunk (or as they coined in Always Sunny in Philadelphia – “greyed out”), I don’t remember anything we spoke about when I initially met her, but within a half hour of meeting, we were drunkenly making out at the bar. Yes, this is a dirty, sloppy kind of place where this behavior is not only acceptable, but probably encouraged.
Despite my desperate attempts to get her to my place that night, she decided to play the good girl card and gave me her number instead and told me to call her. Of course, I simply forgot. Work was very busy at the time, and I just never got around to it.