Here's the story.
On New Year's Eve I met this fun guy named Dave. Dave was a good time and after the party we had eggs and beers at a diner and we realized that we grew up 20 minutes away from each other. I also found it really funny that Dave's dad is a gynecologist. (Because I'm immature.)
Months passed and I never heard from Dave and I was just like, whatever. Then my birthday rolled around and when I turned around at Solas who was standing there, but Dave! Seems my friend Allison is friends with Dave and she had forwarded him the evite for my party, not knowing that we had ever met before. Dave, recognizing my name, swung by. It was a random reunion and we had some laughs but again, I never heard from Dave again.
Fast forward to today, over a month later as I am flipping through my e-mail and looking at the responses from a Profnet query I sent out over the week-end for this article I'm working on. I mentioned earlier that I am looking for experts in the sex and relationships field. I opened one and it read, "Hey, Pauline! It's Dave, your New Year's Eve friend!" He went on to tell me that since his dad is a gyno he might be a good source for advice. (This is actually true...) He also invited me to a party he and his friend are having this week-end. (And it's always nice to be invited...)
What's funnier? Being tracked down every few months by a guy you randomly met at a New Year's Eve party or the fact that said guy is now pimping out his dad for gynecological/sex advice in a men's magazine?
Only in New York. Awesome.
