…he never called me again.

I received an invitation to a poolside cookout shindig this afternoon, and I accepted…in part, admittedly, because I thought I might run into someone there.

I ran into him alright…along with his exotic, swimsuit model girlfriend. Seriously…this chick looked like she stepped right out of the damn SI swimsuit issue. Suddenly I was painfully aware of every one of my 170-something pounds, and realized that perhaps I wasn’t as cute in my bikini as I thought.

Hell, I probably wouldn’t have called me back, either.