It was only appropriate for me to end up with a 312 girl. 312 of course is the original area code for all Chicago based phone numbers; it still remains, but others have been added. Did I ever tell you how I met her?
It was a Friday night back in 2001. I was in my apartment, ready to go to sleep. Say what? Yeah, this 25 year old wasn’t partying on this night. I don’t recall the previous nights leading up to this night which made me feel this way, but I just did. I had actually laid down in bed, before my friends starting blowing me up; they told me about some girls that WE were going to meet up with. The numbers weren’t right without me; they needed me. I still wasn’t having it, but… after a little more twisting of my arm, I got up to take a shower; I would be going out after all.
I showered and put on my uniform. By uniform I mean, my typically bar/club garb; a dark shirt with a dark pair of jeans and dress shoes… I had a rotation. When I arrived at the club that evening, my friends were already there; we were standing around waiting for the girls. The odd thing about this night is I was sober, well, that wasn’t so odd, at least during this time of year. I always gave up drinking & smoking during Lent; it was my detox period. Maybe that’s why I didn’t want to go out? I wasn’t indulging, plus, had to put up with my friends who were, messing with me… it was an annual thing. It’s cool; I’m good. As we stood and waited for these girls to show up, I saw this beautiful girl sitting with her friend; I thought she was looking my way. I looked over my shoulder; maybe she was looking at somebody else? No, no… I’m pretty sure she was checking me out; OK cool. I don’t have to wait for these girls to show up to get this party started; now I need one of my friends to be my wingman and take her friend. They both declined; what a bunch of jerks. In the meantime, a guy was already talking to them; welp, there goes that. When I checked back over a bit later, he was gone; they were still sitting there. OK, it’s now or never…
I walked over there, smoothly… haha… and approached them; we struck up a conversation. I asked them if they wanted something to drink; they did, but not with alcohol… the girl I was interested in wasn’t drinking on this night either. Turns out after talking with her for a few, we were riding the same train to work for a minute, just on opposite sides; small world… We talked, danced for a few… I got the digits; I still have that original piece of paper. As they say, the rest is history… We still met up with those other girls later in the evening, but I was already set. Happy Birthday to that girl I met in the club almost 24 years ago.
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