friday feb 18 2005 - I take a girl to a local punk club becauseshe expresses an interest in the music and scene, and while we're there she gets really drunk, so I sit her down outside the bathrooms where there are a number of advertisments for various bands, one of which was Jo's band.  The ad featured the album cover of their record, which was a photo of me from behind near a wall of grafitti.  I felt compelled to point it out to the girl but decided not to because it would seem like bragging or staged in some manner, since I was wearing exactly the same clothes as in the photo.  At that moment, Jo came out of the bathroom - she looked different, with shoulder-length black hair in ringlets, and I looked right at her and she avoided my eyes for a minute but eventually looked back.  She said "how are you?" and I asked why she never replied to my emails, and she looked guilty.  She then asked me if she could talk to me outside, and I said that I was looking after this girl, who at this point was almost passed out.  I decided to go outside with Jo anyway, figuring she'd be okay for a couple of minutes.  I followed her outside the club and through various tunnels, but never outside, and Jo wouldn't stop to talk until we were outside.