At a party for SXSW in Austin tonight, a man who got back to me too late to have an anonymous three-way screw back in January approached. Did he recognize me from my half-photo on Craigslist? Had he saved my voicemail chastising him for missing the fun, in which I'd said "You can't get this on Facebook"? Did he want to catch up on the missed opportunity? Yes, yes, and yes ... but then he turned to Owen Thomas and pitched his startup. Look, bub, you may get your chance with me yet. But after hearing your pitch, you'd better have more staying power than your company.