Shit that just doesn't happen to other people v1

Alright, so I've decided to start a part of the blog to write about the random shit that happens in my life. I was flipping through facebook and I remembered one of my random stories about hotornot during my sophomore year. So, for those of you that don't know, hotornot is a site that you go on and get a picture of yourself rated. Chalk it up to a big ego or a low self esteem, I don't care, just don't hate me for it. Anyways, I decided to do the meetme portion of the site also. Lame, I know, but this is what I do while I should be studying. So, you put up pics and a short blurb about yourself and you get to click on people you want to meet. If you both agree to meet, then you are matched and able to send formatted messages like: (Hi cutie, you sound swell and I want to talk but one of us has to buy a membership first. Talk to you soon, Bob) but there were other options too depending on what you want to say. Also, if one person does buy a membership, then you both can email each other through the site.

But anyways, one of the first people to request a meetme was this guy from around my area in Ohio who went to Northeastern. He was really hot (really specific criteria that I have), so I clicked yes. We kept messaging back and forth to keep the match active but neither of us had an account so we never really got to talk. This went on for about five months or so. By this time, I had moved into 780 Columbus.

One day I was online looking at hotornot and I found that he had put some keywords up so that anyone could find him on facebook. So, being the stalker that I am, I went on facebook and looked him up. I looked at his residence and couldn't believe it. He was my next door neighbor!!

So one night I went next door before one of my sigma meetings and explained the situation. I wish I had a better ending to this story, like that we ended up dating or something, but he wasn't as amused by it as I was. In the end, I ended up drinking with him one night with some friends (one of which was an exboyfriend of one of my friends) and that's about it.

Just thought I'd share that. Next time: cookies boy, 7 degrees of separation, or drunk riding