At 1:00am I had successfully convinced my friends that they should stop drinking and we should all head home, so as they wandered around the bar getting ready to leave I offered our chairs to the group of guys that were squeezed in the bench next to me. This resulted in Sixty-six next to me and talking to me about my evening. I told him I was about to leave but recommended that he and all of his friends should try to fit in the photo booth. He replied, "What? You want to do the photo booth with me?" "I meant that you and your friends should do the photo booth, but yeah, why not, let's go to the photo booth!" After our glamour shots I told him we'd each take a strip of the pictures, write our name and number on the back, and then trade. He asked if it was a serendipity thing, and I told him it was more of a "If we look at these tomorrow and think "huh, that wasn't horrible" then we should go out." I gave him a hug, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, and we said goodbye.
Within twenty minutes this text conversation happened.
Him: Tomorrow night?
Me: If you wanna go to a BBQ with my friends and me then absolutely.
Him: I meant, tomorrow night really? What about now? Where you headed?
Me: Home. Work in the morning.
Him: Me too. Let a stranger in your door?
Me: Pass
Him: Ouch
Me: I know that traditionally photo boothing with a stranger is code for hooking up, but I was just having fun.
Him: Sometimes someone just wants to have fun.
Knowing that he was probably drunk, and most likely just saw the photo booth girl as a booty call, I thought I'd try for an actual date. So a few days later I sent him a message asking if he wanted to find another place with a photo booth and meet up for a drink. Radio silence as expected, but it was worth a chance.
