Thirty-nine

The night started out with Laura, Rob, and I joking about who could get the most numbers; Laura was rooting for me so as soon as her boyfriend's buddy came in she made him give me his number.  Then his friend Thirty-nine walked in, and I was smitten.  Tall and goofy with a double braid rat-tail off of the right side, a genuine smile, and a soul full of dancing to the band we were watching made me want his number regardless of any friendly competition.  We danced throughout the night, laughed, and had silly conversations.  At the end of the evening I told him we should go out sometime and celebrate life (I have no idea why I said that; as soon as it came out of my mouth I thought it sounded odd.  Such is my life - odd).  Thirty-nine chuckled and then I will never be sure what he would have said because our mutual and ridiculously drunken friend appeared out of nowhere.  While I handled her he wandered away to the rest of his friends, and then we all went our separate ways before I could follow up with him and exchange numbers.

On my bus ride home I remembered that I had gotten his friend's number at the beginning of the night.  I felt comfortable texting this guy about Thirty-nine since he had been hitting on one of my friend's the whole night.  I sent him a message asking him to pass my number on to Thirty-nine, and he replied okay.  He also sent me another text at 2:42am asking if he could crash at my place.  Weird.  Luckily I was asleep and missed that text until the next day.  Unfortunately Thirty-nine hasn't contacted me yet, so if you see a guy with a double braid rat-tail please get his number for me.