Another shot in the foot

Saturday night found me in my local as usual. Dancing to a funky bank with good company, tossing back the red wine and then later Duvell. I stood at the bar waiting to order another round when an incredibly cute guy came up to me and said enthusiastically "Hi! How have you been?" I responded with an equally enthusiastic "I've been great, but do I know you?" He laughed and looked a bit confused, so I persisted "Really, who are you?" "Umm, we had a snog on M--- Road..."

Oh shit! This was Andy, from Easter bank holiday, a lovely snog in a hammock, who said he was sort of seeing someone and I didn't get his number! Gee, that was embarrassing - so I apologised profusely, though I don't think he was very impressed.

I did remember his name, but he had forgotten mine - so I tried to play it off that we were even. "Um, no, I forgot your name, but you forgot my face." I tried to make amends, not sure how far I got. T came over and on that night a few weeks ago they had a good chat about comics and whatnot, so T asked him for his number. I pipped up with "Ooohh, me too, me too!"

So at long last, I saw him again, though certainly did not impress him. I did get his number, sent him a friendly text apologising again, but did not receive any response. Oh well, I think I'm going to have to let it all go.