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"Dan and Sam" written @ 6:22 PM on September 18, 2003 Here's something many of you will find amusing: Periodically new people sit with us on our dinner hour. You know the type: the friend of a friend sorts that you'll be lucky if you remember their names later. You know what I'm talking about. The people you never really expect to cross paths with again. Last week a nice looking boy named Dan came and sat with us. He was nice looking in that he was pleasant to look at but not drop-dead hot like--say-- my fiance incognito Heath Ledger is. Dan is a friend of my friend Linsey. Linsey and Dan went to high school together, but he was graduated before her. I think he might even be a year or two older than me. Dan sat next to me, and he was a very pleasant individual. Pleasant looking, pleasant personality. Pleasant. You know. He was scoring points in my book, in any case. Dan, as it turns out, comes from a very conservative family from the Mount Notre Dame school district. And what's Dan majoring in, you may ask? Business-- with an inclined interest toward stock brokerage. Members from the posse will remember our prophecies o' esoteric as they relate to my future husband, so the moment I learned of Dan's educational background the sirens in my head began going off. But I am not a fan of self-fulfilling prophecies. Dan was as good as forgotten by the next day; even now I can't remember his face too well, only the impressions he gave me. It's very likely that I won't see him again, and if I do, I'll have completely forgotten about him and it will be like meeting him all over again. So this evening at dinner, Linsey was sitting across from me and made some sly comment that related to me somehow, but I didn't hear her because my mind was on my photography class and how it's mauling my checkbook. So I demanded to know what she said. "I don't know, should I tell her, Christian?" she teased my other friend, who sat next to me. "Go right ahead," he said. "I ran into Dan today, Sam," she said to me. "Dan? Dan? Who's Dan?" I asked. "You know him! He sat with us at dinner the other night. You know, 'Dan and Sam,' that song we made up." "Oh. Oh yeah. Dan. Okay. What about him?" "Well," she crooned, "I passed him on my way to class and said, 'Hey Dan! Looking sexy today!' And he was like, 'I'm not out to impress you.' He was being funny, that smartass. So I said, 'What? You don't think I'm worth impressing? You don't think I'm worth a serious relationship?' "And then he was like, 'Well, if you want to talk about serious relationships...' So I said, 'What do you mean, serious? Who?' I kind of had to drag it out of him. Finally he said, 'Well, I find your friend attractive.' But he wouldn't tell me who. He was like, 'Ummm-- Sam, I think her name is?' And I said, 'Ohhh yeah!' "He said, 'She was very attractive. And she seemed--well-- kinda nice.' I said, 'Yeah, she's attractive and nice. Want me to put in a good word for you?' And he said, 'She doesn't have a boyfriend, does she?'" Like hell, I muttered under my breath. And Linsey told him, "Not as far as I'm aware. So, Sam, he tells me, 'Well, the next time you want to go out and want to invite her-- or if you two are going out, would you invite me?' I was just kidding when I told him, 'NO!' and he was like, 'Pshaw!'" It's always amusing to hear Linsey tell stories. "So I suggested to him, Sam, that he come to dinner. And he said, 'Hmm, okay, maybe I'll do that. Soooo," she sang, "I think he liiiiiiiiikes yooooou." To be frank, I wanted to pull a paper bag over my head and run into a wall 100 times, but otherwise I was very flattered. By this time, Brian had sat down with his food and declared, "Good God! Linsey, you would not believe how many guys followed her around last year. It was ridiculous! And she didn't date a single damned one of them. She needs to date somebody. I say go for it, Sam." "Because you clearly know what's best for me, Brian," I sneered. "I didn't understand it when it was happening," Brian grumbled sarcastically. I glared at him and Linsey chirped, "That was mean!" I really didn't care, though, since it was coming from Brian. "So what do you think, Sam? Should I put in a good word for you, too?" Linsey asked. I was too embarrassed to respond, and all I could do was laugh. "Let me chalk another up in my 'harem,' as a friend back home puts it," I said. Still, though, it has me thinking. "Dan and Sam" has a nice ring to it, don't you think? We'll see what happens with this one. In the meantime, Christine, wipe that ridiculous grin off your face.
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