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The other night I was at Mary Anns, which is the local dive bar at BC that everyone loves despite how completely dirty and random it is. I was a liiiittle drunk, and I mean it. Not that drunk, but I had a nice buzz going on from the pregame beers. All of a sudden, I get a tap on the shoulder and it's this dude, Reid that I knew Freshman year.
Me: Hi.
Reid: Hey. Can I ask you a question?
Me: Uh... yeah.
Reid: Is your name Molly?
Me: Um... yeah.
Reid: Dude, do you know who I am? I lived on Gonzaga 1. (a dorm at BC my main group of dude friends lived on frosh year)
Me: I know precisely who you are.
Reid: What's my name?
Me: Reid.
Reid: No. Way.
Turns out he was all kinds of stoked about getting caught up on things, and we wound up talking for a little while... and then as he's leaving, he gets my number and tells me that he's having this party on Friday and that I should come, blah blah blah. I tell him I might show up and as he's about to leave, he grabs my purse.
Reid: Is this real?
Me: Yeah.
Reid: You own a Burberry purse?
Me: It was a gift.
Reid: (touching my skirt all of a sudden) What kind of skirt is this?
Me: It's Juicy Couture.
Reid: Tweed mini skirts at the dive bar are a bit much.
Me: I came from work, dude... what's your deal?
Reid: You just don't have to try so hard.
Me: Um... WHAT?!?! I'm not TRYING at all. These are the clothes I have on. I put clothes on every day with little to no thought. What are you talking about?
Reid: I'm totally kidding. I'll talk to you later.
I'm sitting there pretty bewildered by the whole thing. Who is this dude?
As he's turning to leave, I notice something. A tiny green aligator on the left side of his brown polo shirt.
Me: Lacoste, huh?
Reid: What?
Me: That's a 100 dollar polo shirt, Reid.
Reid: It was a gift. (walks away)
Um- can I even tell you how random the people I know are at times? And that I seem to be a weird person magnet?
Me: Hi.
Reid: Hey. Can I ask you a question?
Me: Uh... yeah.
Reid: Is your name Molly?
Me: Um... yeah.
Reid: Dude, do you know who I am? I lived on Gonzaga 1. (a dorm at BC my main group of dude friends lived on frosh year)
Me: I know precisely who you are.
Reid: What's my name?
Me: Reid.
Reid: No. Way.
Turns out he was all kinds of stoked about getting caught up on things, and we wound up talking for a little while... and then as he's leaving, he gets my number and tells me that he's having this party on Friday and that I should come, blah blah blah. I tell him I might show up and as he's about to leave, he grabs my purse.
Reid: Is this real?
Me: Yeah.
Reid: You own a Burberry purse?
Me: It was a gift.
Reid: (touching my skirt all of a sudden) What kind of skirt is this?
Me: It's Juicy Couture.
Reid: Tweed mini skirts at the dive bar are a bit much.
Me: I came from work, dude... what's your deal?
Reid: You just don't have to try so hard.
Me: Um... WHAT?!?! I'm not TRYING at all. These are the clothes I have on. I put clothes on every day with little to no thought. What are you talking about?
Reid: I'm totally kidding. I'll talk to you later.
I'm sitting there pretty bewildered by the whole thing. Who is this dude?
As he's turning to leave, I notice something. A tiny green aligator on the left side of his brown polo shirt.
Me: Lacoste, huh?
Reid: What?
Me: That's a 100 dollar polo shirt, Reid.
Reid: It was a gift. (walks away)
Um- can I even tell you how random the people I know are at times? And that I seem to be a weird person magnet?