NEXT

Things have a funny way of timing themselves. I'm now lifted from this morning's poo-poo-platter mood of a post...

So the story goes, back around Halloween, I went to a dance club with OCG and another gal pal. We dressed up. I, as a Japanese School Girl. (BTW, there's power in that costume that brings all the pedophiles out to the yard...)

Anyhoo, this was my first all-girls outing with OCG. Her and the other gal pal were all about finding boys to make out with. I was sure I was going be left by myself at some point during the night, while the other two retreated to dark-lit booths.

Well, quite contrair monfrair! I was left alone for 5 minutes while the gals went to the restroom, and lo and behold, a hottie approaches me. We had a great shouting-over-the-trance-music conversation, in which I discovered he was a recent transplant from New Hampshire, only child, and, ahem, 10 years younger than I. (Again, I know I have the youthful Asian gene, coupled by the schoolgirl costume, but still...) Thank you Demi for paving the way for all the Ashton wannabees!

At some point, I dragged him onto the dance floor and we danced and had a good makeout session. "It was my first Asian!" (Sorry, Wedding Crashers reference.) I mean, it was my first random stranger makeout session! He was quite devoted to me all night with us parting to our separate friends and him coming to find me later. (At the end of the night, we exchanged numbers. Subsequently, he called, I texted, it fizzled out...)

During the course of that night's conversations, he revealed he was going to be filming a TV show the following week. When asked which, he said it's an MTV show he's never seen. "It's called NEXT?" Are you kiddin' me? LOL! He knew it was a dating show, his friend was trying to get him into acting, he was going to get a few hundred dollars = why not? My only motherly advice to him was, "Don't be mean!" (If you've ever seen the show, you know what I mean.)

Well! Who do I see when I catch today's episode of NEXT? Him! Much much cuter than I had remembered. He was the lucky picker, rather than one of the "daters". The topper, he was nice! Granted he had to say lame a$s scripted lines like, "If you're sexy, no nexty." "Girls, I'm gonna sop you up... with a biscuit." *eye roll*

It was hilarious to watch! If I hadn't deleted his number, I probably would have texted him to make fun of him... :)