Two days and massive loofah scrubbing later I still have noticeable remnants of the 29-yr-old's phone number on my hand. I remember him pinning me to the bar so he could scribble on me, and remember him pressing hard (with the pen), and scratching out one of the numbers. Yes he made a mistake while writing on me.
When I figured out his name yesterday I google-stalked him and realized he'd messed up more than one number. Hilarious.
Funnier: at some point before he decided to go home he was nonstop grabbing me whenever I was within two feet of him.
Me: why the hell do you keep grabbing me?
29: you're huggable
me: what?
him: you're huggable
Me: no I'm not. what the hell is that supposed to mean?
29: huggable
He really was a perfectly nice guy; pretty cute, not tall, but smart and funny. Yet not smart, funny, cute, or nice enough to warrant hugging. was it his age blocking him? I think so. What's the right thing to do here? This is why we all need to be in bars with people in our range: no additional hurt feelings and confusion.
