I went to a concert in Los Angeles last weekend, and I met a guy that was really handsome, and all-around pleasant.

We couldn’t talk too much because the music was loud, but I had the opportunity to drop a couple of details about my life, and I learned a little about him too.

I didn’t give him my telephone number or my email address. I did think about slipping him my business card, but that’s kind of lame. So you can imagine my surprise when I got an email from this tall/dark/handsome cliche of a man this morning.

He did some googling and figured out my name, and found the political blog that I run. His email said this:

Mike: I enjoyed meeting you last Saturday and wish we could have talked a little more. If you’re interested in chatting, email me. Maybe we could arrange to sit together again–this time in a locale that will allow us to get us to know one another better.

Sweet huh?  I feel like a character in some chic-flick.

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