Hey I just met you and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?

Last night at the restaurant, a guy came in on a date with a pretty blonde. Pretty common occurence.

But I knew him. It took a few extra, trying, but not really accomplishing, "discreet" glances, before I figured it out.

I dated him. About a year ago. We had a great connection. Not really sure what happened there. But he looks EXACTLY like someone else I dated not that long ago. At first glance, I thought it was him. I couldn't believe it was HIM, knowing where I worked and bringing in a hot blonde and all. This guy, who shall for the first and ONLY time, remain nameless, I was crazy about. The kind of crazy I didn't think I could do anymore. We had all of two dates before it fizzled.

Gawd, I think this means I have a type. But that's ok. You never end up with your type, at least in my experience. But then again, marrying not your type seems to lead to divorce so maybe we should just go with it.

Thoughts?