The Foreigner - Of the Bri’ish variety
I met The Foreigner at Holly’s, a.k.a “Santa Monica beach girls & boys gone wild”, when The Foreigner (Bri’ish, to be exact) in front of me asks me to dance with him. I agreed only because he had been cracking me up dancing like a crazy fool for the last 5 minutes. This guy was NOT afraid of embarrassing himself. I even let him get away with the common and obviously trying to get laid “It’s my birthday tonight!” line. Just as an aside, does that really work for guys? Do girls really give it up thinking, “Well hey, it IS his birthday after all. Let me give him a little something. Wouldn’t want him to have a bad birthday.” But I digress. Back to the matter at hand. We dance for a little while longer, then I go to the bathroom, where my roommate tells me to “Talk to him more! Act like you like him.” Apparently I had been too aloof. But my roommate is a genius in matters of the dating nature, so I listen to her. When we got back though, he was nowhere to be seen. Fifteen m...