Oh My God, I've slept with you!!!!!!!

Recently me and Scarlet decided to broaden our horizons and try out some less visited bars. In one we sat next to two guys, one was cute and one was a ginger.....not that I have anything against gingers, some of my close friends are gingers, but you know I thought if I'd met either of them before then I'd remember. Anyway the cute guy, lets call him John, leans over and says, "Aren't you called Ruby?" I say yes and ask him how he knows me. Me and Scarlet guess the obvious guesses, like "have I ever tried to hit you/ screamed abuse at you for no reason/ tried to kill your sister/ are you one of our stalkers?" You know just the obvious. Anyways after some prodding, he asks me if I remember that night with the kareoke and Britney Spears, and so on.
Oh My God I've Slept with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think before laughing histerically, apologising and showing that I did at least remember his name, and he grew his hair so he looked different.

Despite all this the bloke asks me for my number again, despite the fact that I sacked him off after that and then managed to forget he existed. Now I'm waiting to see what happens. Wish me luck!