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» Unexpected Good Fortune
Is this Clare?
A long time ago I met a girl in a nightclub who (at the time and in my drunken state) I thought looked a bit like a slightly fat Gwyneth Paltrow.
I was kipping on a friends floor that night, and bounced in proudly displaying her number on a scrap of paper. Which he promptly ate for a laugh.
After fishing it out of his mouth and sulking in my car overnight, we tried to piece it together the next morning. I could make out 3 of the 6 numbers.
The local numbers all seemed to begin with "2" so I only had 100 numbers to dial to find my true love. I made a grid and started dialling.
At about the 70th number I asked for Clare and was put through to her.
"Could I speak to Clare please?"
I was put through to her.
"This is Clare"
"Do you remember meeting a lanky bloke in a nightclub last night who thought you looked like Gwyneth Paltrow?"
"No... Oh hang on - you must mean my friend Claire. She doesn't live here. Do you want her number?"
"Yes, yes I do!"
She gave me the number. I rang it. It was her. We spent 2 months together till she realised I was a knob (result!). And yes, I got laid.
The number she had actually given me was COMPLETELY different to what I thought I had made out from the chewed remains of her number. Not one common digit.
Everything that you have read here is true. Except she looked nothing like Paltrow.
(Fri 15th Sep 2006, 14:51, More)
Is this Clare?
A long time ago I met a girl in a nightclub who (at the time and in my drunken state) I thought looked a bit like a slightly fat Gwyneth Paltrow.
I was kipping on a friends floor that night, and bounced in proudly displaying her number on a scrap of paper. Which he promptly ate for a laugh.
After fishing it out of his mouth and sulking in my car overnight, we tried to piece it together the next morning. I could make out 3 of the 6 numbers.
The local numbers all seemed to begin with "2" so I only had 100 numbers to dial to find my true love. I made a grid and started dialling.
At about the 70th number I asked for Clare and was put through to her.
"Could I speak to Clare please?"
I was put through to her.
"This is Clare"
"Do you remember meeting a lanky bloke in a nightclub last night who thought you looked like Gwyneth Paltrow?"
"No... Oh hang on - you must mean my friend Claire. She doesn't live here. Do you want her number?"
"Yes, yes I do!"
She gave me the number. I rang it. It was her. We spent 2 months together till she realised I was a knob (result!). And yes, I got laid.
The number she had actually given me was COMPLETELY different to what I thought I had made out from the chewed remains of her number. Not one common digit.
Everything that you have read here is true. Except she looked nothing like Paltrow.
(Fri 15th Sep 2006, 14:51, More)