After a while, my friend that brought me dragged me aside and said "remember how I told you the cutest guy I'd ever seen in my life helped Penne (our lesbian roomate) move in? That's him." So I took another look. (wow) Okay, he'll do. At the end of the night, he had my number, but only kissed me on the cheek.
For the next three weeks, I didn't hear from him, but almost everyone I knew in LA called me - "you finally met Swaz!" It turned out he was at the opposite end of my circle of friends. We'd been going to all the same parties and clubs for years. Before the lad had a chance to call, I knew everything about him, who his last three girlfriends were, how long he'd been with them, why they broke up, that his best friend had died in a surfing accident, so he went to New York, he just got back, he's not calling you because he's not sure he's ready for a long term relationship, on and on. By the time he did call, our friends had us already married and divorced. As it turned out, it was of those no courtship period required love affairs from the start. I will spare you the details of our first date which involved going swimming on an empty beach and re-enacting that scene in From Here to Eternity. It was very romantic. aaaw.
*He corrected me later, it's the Band of Flesh that UNITES the two cerebral hemispheres. Which maybe says something about our personalities, I don't know.