And the moose told me: I’m sure no one will believe me, so I don’t know why even I’m posting this, but:
I fucked the bison statue.
It was almost exactly a year ago. I was visiting a friend who goes to law school at UCLA. We went out to a salsa club (which is one of the few non-nerdy I do well). After dancing a bit, the bison statue told me her name and there was a pause, like I should be impressed, and she said, “you know, from The OC?”. And was I was like, “Yeah, I’m from Saskatchewan.” and she laughed. So ended up going back to my friend’s open range, drank some wine, then he took his girlfriend home, and well…
Anyway, I didn’t realize who she was until I got home and tried to look-up her number on-line.
I think I’ve still got some picture on my old cell phone. I’ll check when I get home.