Small F*cking World...again!

I finally went on the rescheduled date with the unbelievable guy. I'll call him Mick. Too cute, hot body, hot bike, need I say more? I almost couldn't fathom being out with a guy who was that good looking. And all I wanted to do was touch his arms...yum. But I digress.

So Mick and I were bullshitting over dinner, and somehow we started talking about hair. He puts blond streaks in his hair (HOT) and mentioned putting some dark streaks in too (HOTTER). Being a total girl, I busted out my hair coloring terminology and told him to get highlights and lowlights. He began telling me about his friend, Sal (a guy), who does his hair. I had heard that name somewhere before, so I asked Mick what salon Sal works at. He told me the name and I almost spit my sangria all over the table...

Remember S? And the Halloween from hell? Well, it just so happens that Sal is friends with S. I met him one night when S and I went out for drinks. Sal was one of the few friends of S's that I genuinely liked from the moment I met him. I never saw him again and he probably wouldn't remember me from the other chicks S has introduced him to.

...When I told Mick that I had met Sal through S, he laughed. I had already explained our dating catastrophe to him, so he understood my pain. He mentioned that he probably had met S at some point since Sal and him are pretty good friends. I agreed and we left it at that. However, I did have a sinking feeling where I imagined Mick and his friends in the same circle as S and his friends, and possibly having the same friends. Then again, Mick isn't the type of guy to run with the trashy, drug-popping, gun-toting, baby-making kind of guys that S is so fond of hanging out with (Sal being the exception). Still, the city we live in has so many friggin' people...how the hell do I manage dating guys with the same circle of friends? This is probably the third time! My luck sucks!