Thirty-seven

The premise of this one might seem like deja vu to Thirty-six, and that's because I met Thirty-seven at the same two events.  Go ahead and say it aloud - flirt whore.  I told my friend that was with me the first night that I couldn't decide where to focus; we did some recon and determined that the two contenders did not know each other, so I could mix up my charm between both.  While Thirty-six was being friendly and having fun, Thirty-seven seemed to know everyone and showed a little bit of interest in me.  When we met he informed me, "I've definitely seen you here before.  You're always in the front dancing nonstop."  Oh yeah, he's noticed me!  When I was heading out he said he hoped to see me again soon.  Obviously that was the point I should have asked him out, but his roommate chose that moment to drag him back in for a drink.  Fail.  Luckily I saw him the next night, too.

Between talking with my friends, meeting new people, and chatting up Thirty-six, I still managed to find time to flirt with Thirty-seven.  My favorite point of the conversation was when I asked him what he was normally doing on a Saturday night and he responded, "Hopefully at Amnesia dancing with you." That's the part where I swooned, and his roommate seriously (seriously!) came up and said their ride was leaving.  His roommate is the worst wingman ever, and I really need to start seizing the date sooner.

Thanks to Facebook, though, we do have a date lined up this week!