September 4th 2009

Have You Met…Anxious Girl?

The other night I was having dinner with Anxious Girl and reminiscing about our first winter in DC. We were so miserable in the cold that we made up a game called “At Least We Don’t Live In Iowa,” to make ourselves feel better. I apologize to the residents of Iowa but desperate times call for desperate measures.

We went to a lot of bars that winter, which is counterintuitive considering our hatred of the cold. But as Class Act, another Californian, puts it “When you live somewhere with a real winter, you reach a point where you don't care how cold or windy it is outside, you just have to leave the house.” And leave the house we did.

Me: “Every day that winter was the coldest day of my life.”

Anxious Girl: “True. But at least you honed your wingman skills.”

Me: “That winter made me the greatest wingman ever. Remember, I introduced you to Environmental Boy that winter.”

Environmental Boy did something with green technology, or was an environmental lobbyist, or, worked on fuel emissions. . . I could never remember what he did, just that it was something to do with the environment.

Anxious Girl: “How could I forget?”

The story goes like this: Anxious Girl, Miss Sarcasm, and I were out at the Front Page having a grand old time when we met a group of guys. I honestly have no idea how we started talking to them, but chances are one of them asked Miss Sarcasm where she was from (she’s not American so people ask where she is from with regularity). I do remember that Anxious Girl was at the bar getting another round when we started talking to said group of guys. When she came back I turned to the very cute guy next to me, whom I had not spoken to at all, and said “Have you met my friend Anxious Girl?” (Obviously I used her real name. Calling her “Anxious Girl” to a total stranger would just be weird) and then proceeded to walk away so I could stand in the corner with Miss Sarcasm and commence with the giggling.

They started chatting and hit it off immediately. Barney Stinson would have been proud.

Cut to last call. Miss Sarcasm and I giggled like school girls while we watched Environmental Boy and Anxious Girl make out on the dance floor. Fortunately, unlike most stories that begin with “I met this guy in a bar,” this story ended with a relationship.

Over the course of their 4-month relationship, people would often ask how they met. They would both mumble something about “mutual friends” and leave it at that.

These are just the crazy things I do for my friends.