I met a girl who'd traveled far from her home to meet a guy she'd known through family friends. They'd spoken on the phone a few times, but it was essentially a long-distance first date. They took quite a risk, and it tanked. They got in a big fight the first night, and she departed for a hotel and some time among friends who live here before her flight home a few days later. I asked her the guy's name several times, and then wrote it down so I could look him up online later. I never found out anything of consequence about him, but I remember his name, and I really, really hope that I meet him one day. I have no ill will towards him or any idea about what went wrong. I just really want to meet him so I can drop the girl's name in conversation and mess with him.
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