same assholes everywhere

So I had another speed dating adventure this weekend, but since a number of my friends were at the event, finding me (and this blog) through them could be way too easy. So I'm going to reserve comment on it. At least for now.

However, something that happened after the rapid courtship event (as I'm now calling it) has proven shareworthy. I went with my girlfriends to a Yale class of 1998 mini event. Nothing formal, just some drinks in the back room of a decent bar, so we headed over after the RCE (see above). Keri and Tracy and I were near the only entrance to the special Yale room, so as a guy was leaving, I said, "Thanks for coming! Hope you enjoyed your stay!"

He smiled, so I thought I'd engage him in a bit more conversation before losing him to the night, and we ended up talking about what colleges we were in and what we studied, and then along came this guy who I'm sure I know, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out how I knew him. Maybe he dated my roommate? Maybe he was in improv? I didn't know. So I asked him.

"Did you date my roommate, Liz Pontikes?"

"Um, no."

"Hmmm. Did you do improv?"

"No."

"Hmmm. I know I know you, but I just can't place you. Were you in SAE?"

"No."

"I was!" chirps the other guy who has miraculously not left yet.

"Oh, you were?" I asked. "I was good friends with Patrick Egan." I added, but at that point, Leaving Guy had started taking to Familiar Looking Guy and wasn't listening to anything I was saying. So I continued, "I was good friends with Patrick Egan, WHICH I HAVE JUST ANNOUNCED TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR."

The girls had a good laugh, and the guys continued talking because they hadn't the slightest clue that I had even just called them out on their rude behavior.

Awesome.

You know what they say about SAE...*



*my dad was SAE, so I don't actually subscribe to the theory en masse. but this guy definitely warranted it.