Blackout Boy

So, last week, when out with Snob, Elle, and Dolly, I had a great time. Came home, woke up the next day, thought to myself "I had a great time! No boys, but every night can't be a night for boys."

Well, apparently it was a night for boys. Or one boy.

On my vacation my cell phone rang. In Jamaica, Verizon phones work, but caller ID doesn't. So you can't screen your calls. I pick up.
"Hi.... Pauly?"
"Um, Polly, yeah?"
"This is Blackout Boy. We met at <> last week?"
"Uh.... what night was that? Thursday?"
"Yeah, you don't remember?"
"Uh.... sure!"
"Don't worry, that night was kinda a blur for me too."

I have absolutely no recollection of meeting this guy. We talked briefly, I asked him to call me when I got back from my trip. So, of course, I pick up the phone and call Dolly.

"Did I meet someone on Thursday when we were out with Snob and Elle?"
"Um.... where?"
"At <>? I don't remember. He just called."
"Yeah, when we were all leaving. You were talking to some guy, and we wanted to leave so I told him, 'just ask for her # already,' and he did."
"Was he cute?"
"I don't really remember, but he must have been, or you wouldn't have given him your #..."
"True, true...."

Of course this gentleman did call again, last night. I wonder how I'm going to meet up with someone that I can't remember?