In order to fully appreciate tonight’s post, I highly recommend you read “Michael Longly, You Are My Savior!”. In the case you’re being lazy, in sum, I pretended to have a fake bachelorette party in Vegas to get free shit. My girlfriends and I make up a fiance named John Montgomery who I had supposedly met at college. The details of his persona included childhood schooling, family history, employment plans, proposal story, etc.

Upon our return from Vegas we learned that John Montgomery was actually a real person! He went to school at Loyola Marymount University and had almost the identical back-story (minus our proposal, of course). My housemates found him on Facebook and even realized our own roommate Lizzie was acquaintances with him back when she was at LMU! Pure craziness…

Soooo fast forward FIVE years later… It’s Thursday night last week and I’m grabbing a cocktail with Adrian, Mark, Christie and Sean at Paxti’s (which is delicious BTW). We’re sitting at the bar and Adrian’s totally hitting on the bartender. He asks her what’s she’s doing after she gets off work, like she’s never heard that pick up line before (no offense Adrian). She then starts to go off on how her neighbor has been stalking her for the past couple of months to go out on a date (creepy, but whatever) and she finally agreed to meet him for a glass of wine that night(do girls really give in that easy…I guess it’s none of my biznasty). For whatever reason this girl decides to share entirely way too much information about the situation, including this guy’s name: John Montgomery.

WTF?! I immediately freak out with excitement and learn that is indeed JM from LMU. Turns out he lives here in the Marina only a few blocks away from me…I haven’t stalked him or anything (’cause that would make me creepy), but I feel like this may be some sort of wierd fairytale…hopefully more to come…