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My crew and I just got to our hotel. We are in Baltimore, MD. I'm on my way up to my room when I spot this cute guy checking me out. He's grinning from acs student loan consolidation to ear. As I'm walking past him, he begins to speak to me in a real friendly manor like he knows me. I'm looking at asp website hosting face and thinking to myself that there is something very familiar about him. I'm racking my brain safe auto insurance to figure out who he is. "Is he someone from my hometown?" I'm thinking.

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As I am beating myself up for a missed opportunity to talk with him, I hear, "Excuse me!" I turn around to see who he is talking to. No one else is in the hallway but him and me. He's talking to me! I'm screaming on the inside, but of course I'm not going to show him my excitement.

"My name is Terry!" he told me. I didn't hear about 20 seconds of what he was saying, because I think I blacked out or something. I just Blackbird99 his lips moving, didn't hear what was coming out of them. I snapped out of it just in time to hear that he was inviting me to come have dinner with him...

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