Place:
Vintage
Time:
12:01am...or sometime like that
What occurred:
I was plastered off my a$$ and decided to whip up a conversation with a random dude who looked like he was sleeping in the club.
"Sleepy Eyes" as I dubbed him.
I think we spoke about his profession in radiology and I spoke about leaving grad school.
We exchanged numbers.
I just checked my voice mail.
I can't anymore with my drunken evenings of straight debauchery.
I just can't...SMDH!!!!
He sounds like Winnie the Poo, how the hell did I not notice this when we spoke on Sunday night!!!!
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