welcome to mobert and friends. this is the part of the blog where you meet the people i meet. lets begin.

this is julia. julia is from jersey and hates it. she told me so. specifically she didnt like the fact that the majority of guys in the state are not zach braff in garden state types but more short joe pesci lookalikes with bad hair and too much cologne.

i grin and say what a surprise, but not before i introduce myself.

hi. smirk.

hello there. i like your blazer.

you would, it matches your shirt.

it does. now thats got to mean something.

yeah, it means you and i look awful good together.

smirk. smirk.

insert game over celebration here.

her friend is trying to hand her a cell phone, circa nineteen eighty seven. she has just used it to get the digits of one of my roommates. yeah, he would get wingman props for that, save for the fact that the phone mysteriously malfunctioned somewhere between typing on the keypad and unzipping the handbag. this caused julia's friend to be upset because her phone didnt work, and this cause my roommate to be upset cuz, well, he had to continue duff duty. hey its a dirty job, but somebody's got to do it.

so it was getting late that night, and julia, being the good, not as drunk as the others friend, decided to get her duff home before she fell and broke something. as she grabbed me and gave me a big goodnight hug, she slipped something into my back pocket, then whispered something in my ear.

maybe we can look good together again sometime.

all id have to do is show up babe. all id have to do is show up.