Sometimes my friends tell me I don't always give guys a fair chance. So when I met a random Red Sox fan from Nantucket at the hotel bar post-wedding, I gave him my number. What the hell...I've fallen instantly in love in random cities my fair share of times.
So I'm feeling nice about this good deed until I get the following text messages on my drive to Sarasota today: 1)Just wanted to see if you wanted to go to dinner sometime. Followed three minutes later by 2) Yes, I know where you live. Uh, stalk much?