You and my dad have the same accessories.

We met at a college reggae bar. You were the guy in the button up shirt who was already out of college. I was the 21-year-old in the too-short skirt. When our mutual friend introduced us I was already 4 cran-vodkas in and thought that your white guy head bob was sort of endearing.

The next night the 3 of us met for drinks and when you went to the bathroom our mutual friend let it slip that your ex had a restraining order against you.

I went out with you later that week anyway.

We went for a lovely walk in a nature reserve, but when you took off your jacket I saw it: You had a cell phone holder clipped to your belt. At least it wasn't a beeper.