My intuition is scary. I guessed someone’s name.

Story: A few weeks ago, a father brings his daughter to our apt. pool and he has big hipster dad energy. Well, I’m the asshole who makes 6 hour 70s Brooklyn Latin and Ethiopian Jazz playlists for pool time and I was like, I see that newsboy wool cap let me turn this up.

This is not sexual. It’s competitive. I want to know if he knows “Bacalao con Pan.” So I start talking to my friend super loud, “SO I USED TO BE IN A BAND IN MY 20s NAMED LIONHEART” and proceed to tell her about my band to see if he’ll jump into the convo.

But hipsters have weird energy so he just stoically stood there, his ears perking up but nothing. Anyway so I Tun into him today and he’s there with his daughter. No playlist today, but j starts talking to him and explains what the Titanic is to him 40 times. Ice broken.

So I’m like, I didn’t catch your name. And he’s like, Ferraby. And we get to talking but still this aloof but super friendly energy. I’m like, oh, he thinks he’s famous. I’ll let you google “Ferraby Los Angeles.” The end.