It can't possibly be that one. So we went to the address listed in the ad and knocked on the door. Sure enough, Ozzy appeared. But Bill wanted to chat with him. Three weeks later, we ended up together anyway.
Life moves in mysterious ways.
Wait, here's one. Actually, it's quite funny. We were all in an elevator in this real plush hotel, and Ozzy decides to take a crap. As he's doing it, the elevator is going down to the reception floor. The door suddenly opens-and there's Ozzy with his pants around his knees.