Your first mistake here was not having sex the next morning. Second, is snapping a picture of the mail even remotely considered a good idea in order to figure out who the strong 8 with VERY nice features I hooked up with is? What would have been some other options to figure this out?” Is making my way back to her house even an option? I would like to see if she would hang out again, but should I just drop it based on her response as I left the next morning. First, what’s the proper protocol for potentially contacting this girl again? I have no phone number but do have name and address. This is where I need the advice of a gay Muslim. After several days of searching, I’m convinced we’ve found her. I let a couple of of buddies know what happened (guys that were not out with us that night) and they got to work on trying to find this girl on social media. So I decided to snap a picture of the mail and see what I could find out later when I got back to my house. So as I’m walking out, still not knowing her name and with no phone number, I see some of her mail sitting on a table by the door. This leads me to believe this isn’t her first rodeo. She immediately answers “No.” Not even a thought and no stuttering went into the response.
So as I’m walking out of the bedroom, I ask her if I can get her number and call her sometime.
I finally get dressed and have the the thought I wouldn’t mind seeing this girl again. As I mess around trying to find my clothes and get dressed, I noticed the girl is a strong 8 with VERY nice features and that I have no clue what her name is (much less where I’m at). Here’s where it possibly gets mailbag worthy (based on previous readings it’s a high standard). Nothing real earth-shattering so far and the girl was not one of the original girls from the bar that turned the night around. The next morning I realize I’m in the bed, (a) not at my house, (b) with no clothes on, (c) with a girl that has no clothes on and (d) no real recollection of what was done in the bed prior to passing out, but I imagine it wasn’t bad since neither of us had any articles of clothing on. One shot lead to another…and another…and another (you get the picture), and needless to say, the easy going night out was no longer easy going. As we were getting ready to call it a night, several girls walked in and we all started talking. Several weeks back (it’s taken that log to gather facts and evidence of that night) I had what was intended to be a easy going night out with friends. “I’m a mid 30’s single guy living in Atlanta.
It’s Tuesday, time for the anonymous mailbag.Īs always you can email me your anonymous mailbag questions to full anonymity guaranteed.