So, the date ... thing.

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Which was mostly just a bunch of us standing around swilling beer and mixed drinks until one in the morning at a bar in the middle of nowhere, which pretty much guaranteed that the only people I was going to run into were people I'd grown up with or went to school with. Case in point:

Guy: "Yeah, you spend such a long time in a city where you only know your roommates and then you move back here and the first day back, you run into someone you graduated with."
Me: "I know what that's like. Just ask the guy standing next to you."
Other Guy: "Whu-- Jenn? Hey! I haven't seen you in ten years!"

*snickers*

So, yeah. Nice guy, but ... no. Mostly I just came out of last night with the desperate need to get myself a pool table so that I can practice whenever I want, because man, am I rusty but at least I can still spot the angles. (Granted, my entire apartment tilts towards the back of the building, but I'm sure my dad could rig something up.) I want to be a pool shark again, damn it. *whines*