I was cleaning out my purse last night, and found a business card. It was someone that I didn't know, so I tossed it out.
This moring I was digging through the trash looking for that card. Overnight, I had remembered who it was. The guy who I'd met in the hotel lobby when I had the disappointing rendezvous with Mr. Amazingly Gorgeous.
This guy had assumed (accurately so) that I was meeting someone at the hotel, yet he still had the confidence to ask me out for lunch. Even after I declined, he'd still given me his card, and told me to call if I ever changed my mind.
So what did I remember about him? Well, let's see. Blonde hair, blue eues, athletic build. Attractive, smart, witty, a good conversationalist. Well dressed, outgoing, good manners. He'd been raised in France and at times I could detect a hint of an accent.
Should I call him?
Heck yes, I should call him. Well, wait. Maybe I should just send an email. Yes, that's what I'll do, I'll send the Frenchman an email.