Ok...so I'm at Wildcat lounge and some guy asks me for my number. I'm pretty jazzed about the whole thing because, well, that never really happens to me. We dance for a little bit and then eventually split up for the rest of the evening. A day or so later he messages me asking if I want to hang out. I tell him I'm not able too because of prior commitments, but that I'd really like to. The next day he asks me if I want to join him for a yoga class. The text message session goes something like this:
Me: "Sure! where and when?"
Him: "City Yoga, on fairfax and Santa Monica"
"Santa monica...as in...LA"
"Well yeah, where are you"
"I'm in SB"
The conversation ends there. I really felt like responding, "I'm in SB, you know, the TOWN WHERE WE FUCKING MET?" Who goes to a club in a different town, meets someone, and assumes that they're not only also out of town, but form the same place as you? A friend weighed in on the subject with the claim that in LA, they're "as cute as they are dumb." I have to say, the guy certainly was cute.