It was around two in the morning, and I was about to go to bed. The phone rings. I get few calls, from but a few people, and none of them call so late. I pick it up, and on the other end is some girl that I can barely hear, and the voice isn't one I recognize. In any case, I politely carry one the conversation as best I can, considering that roughly half of what this girl is saying is damn near impossible to make out because it's so quiet. Turns out it's some girl who claims she saw me at a party a couple of weekends ago, name? Nicole. I don't know any Nicoles, and even though I'm often horrible with names, I can usually put a name, face, and voice together if I have any two of the three. So there I am, wondering just the fuck who it is I'm talking to, assuming that she's got the wrong person, but playing along for the hell of it. She asks me what i'm doing tomorrow (or should I say this afternoon), and I tell her. She wants to meet up, so she gives me her phone number, and I go ahead and take it down, because now I'm really fucking curious... is my memory really getting that bad? She also hints at the fact that she might be interested in fucking me. I have a girlfriend, and we are both allowed to have our fun with other females, but in this case, I'm wondering if I'd really want to, even if my memory is simply giving out, and she was some knockout that I did in fact meet at said party. But, I have the number, and while today is going to be a busy day, I have a couple of hours between classes, buying some more computer parts, and the missus coming over. If I don't resolve this sometime this afternoon, I will certainly do so sometime this weekend. My money is currently on the notion that she has the wrong person.