And I know you frommm....???

So I get a random call on Thursday night and here is a cliff notes version of how it goes:

Me: Hello?
Caller: Hey, Kara, it's David.
Me: Hello. David. (said cautiously while racking my brain for every David I know that might be calling me and can't think of one that would a) have my number or b) have a reason to call)
Caller (aka David from this point forward): I met you like 4 months ago, do you remember me?
Me: Oh? Maybe? (Hell no, you expect me to remember you from 4 months ago??)
David: Well, I just remember you and how much I really want to get to know you. I mean you were smokin' that night when we met. But your friend was really blocking you. She really didn't want me talking to you.
Me: You've just decided you wanted to get to know me after 4 months? (said with sarcasm AND a giggle - I mean c'mon!)
David: Well, no, I called you a few times after we met, but you never returned my call. But I want to get to know you.
Me: Ooookkaayyy. (Duh, if I didn't return the call, probably means I wasn't interested and you should not, I repeat, should not have kept my number to try back 4 months later thinking I might have forgotten why I didn't want to talk to you in the first place, which I did, but still doesn't change my mind about it)
David: Cuz I mean, when I saw you, I saw fireworks...

And it went on from there for just a few more minutes. In which case I found out that he regulates the timed traffic signals in a nearby city, needs new friends because his old ones are either (and in his words, I kid you not) "dead or on drugs," and of course, the most pressing question he had for me that evening was "what's your favorite kind of music?" Outside of us disagreeing on what our favorite colors are, I think we really connected, don't you?

Don't worry. There was no guilt here about saying no to a date with this one. Geez, when am I going to stop giving out my REAL cell number when I've been drinking? Geez, when am I going to meet someone normal?