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So last night I went to this new bar that just (re-)opened here in the neighborhood. A new friend of mine works there a couple nights a week, so I popped in to say hi. On the way over I was thinking, "You know, I need to meet new people that don't know and hang out with all the old people I already know. I need to meet girls that haven't slept with anyone I hang out with, aren't friends with anyone I hang out with, and don't hang out at the same places I do."

So I get there and I'm talking to my friend Tyler, who's bartending, and this really cute girl comes in and walks up to the bar, and she knows him, too. So of course, he introduces us, but we're sitting a couple seats apart and it's really loud, so she and I aren't really talking at all. Then a friend calls me from San Francisco, so I go outside to talk to her. When I come back, this really very drunk guy is trying to talk to this girl I just met, and she's obviously not interested in talking to him, so he starts getting all angry and agro about it, telling her she's a stuck up bitch and all that kind of thing. She looks over at me, and I'm trying to figure out the best approach to deal with this that isn't going to lead to a fight or something, and finally settle on asking her, "So you want to go grab that table over there?"

So we go sit at a table and start talking, and she's from Georgia, and isn't an actress, and doesn't ask me what I do for a living, and we just start talking, about road trips and beef jerky and elk jerky and Southern food and barbecue and restaurants and beer and sunburns and "How do you know Tyler" and all that kind of thing. Just talking and laughing and we trade beers halfway through because she liked mine better than hers, and when we were about to leave I asked her to dinner and she gave me her card and I walked her to her car and she hugged me and told me to definitely call her.

It was fun! And very non-Los Angeles.