A semi-cute, vaguely familiar girl came up to me at Starbucks today. I was slouched in one of their plush chairs, reading a book and blasting my ipod. She sort of stands in front of me for a few seconds and finally I take off my ipod to see what she wants.
Her: Do you bartend at (bar name redacted) ?
Her: Oh I thought it was you. I was in there Friday night, you made me shots.
Me: Oh okay. I apologize for not recognizing you, but as you could see, we were slammed that night.
Her: It's okay. My name is blah blah blah.
Me: I'm Jack.
At this point the conversation trails off and I continute listening to music and reading. She starts to walk away but out of the corner of my eye I see her coming back...
Her: I just have one more question. Do you write a blog?
Me: (smiling) Uhhh, yeah, I do.
Her: So your Jack Goes Forth?
Me: (Shaking my head yes)
Her: Are you really a big a whore as you claim to be?
Me: Haha, no, it's just a persona. I'm actually very different from my blog.... Unless of course you're into man-whores, cause if thats the case, then yeah, I'm pretty slutty.
(We smile. Laugh. Etc.)
Her: Well here, take this. (She hands me a folded up piece of paper).
She gave me her number, but that's not why I blogged about it. I wrote about this because this sort of thing happens a lot, usually in one of my bars, where a girl or guy will sit in front of me for hours without saying anything, and finally they'll ask me if I'm Jack Goes Forth. I guess I should be flattered, or creeped out... either way, my blogmentor once prophesized to me that my blog would get me laid. I laughed at first, but now I'm starting to think that the prophecy will be fulfilled. Of course I would never use my blog or my job to get laid... cause, well, I'm totally into relationships and monogamy and all that crap.