Just based on our shared physical condition, it was clear that we had much in common - growing babies creates a camaraderie that simply cannot be ignored. It’s kind of like the possibility of hooking up draws creepy guys to drunk girls, but I digress - just didn‘t want to lose the bar analogy.
After a decent conversation about nursery decorating, the nuances of registering, and the excitement of surprise gender, we reluctantly said our good-byes. Back to the task at hand - picking out a paint color - and I get a tap on the shoulder. A tiny scrap of paper is being handed to me - it’s owner has a somewhat embarrassed look on her face - and it has her name and phone number.