Man i struck out with one last saturday at this white dive bar (was with a cac friend).
She was golden. Cute as a button and baby cheeks. Incredible trendy fashion sense and a smile bigger than the Golden Gate. Umph! Had a good rolling conversation, had her laughing multiple times.
WHen i thought it climaxed, i went in for the kill and said,
"Well, like a Babyface record, the acoustic one... So when can i see you again?"
She said...
*giggles* "You can find me here!"
I wanted her number but i got the point.
Walked away with my pride and diluted glass of gin and tonic - in speeds of super sonic.
I'ma ramble a sec. So move on to the next post if you have stuff to do like, laundry, updating an app or the pizza is about to finish baking. Grab the mittens.
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The aforementioned wasn't the first time. In the past few months, i kept striking out like Arod in the post season.
It's fukked up when you're in my position to acquire sistas and strike out 9.8 times out of 10 because:
1. I don't play video games, watch anime, haven't read a book since highschool (and even then, it was Monarch/Cliffnotes), not very well travelled, indifferent about art/crafts, loathe nature hikes and don't harness the cerebral capacity to talk about anything with substance/profound... so that rules out the nerdy/geeky chicks.
2. Not really street/have that urban flare. Don't make much money and not black. So that rules out the 51/50 ratchet chicks.
My fashion doesn't appeal to neither (how can you mix j crew with jordans? Pick one damnit). It's like I'm at an unhappy, misfortunate medium. They say go hard or go home... i'm more like coasting in between mediocrity (sans the success rate).
If i could find one that was as big on music as i am; i think we'd be golden like grahams, b.
NEVER met a woman who could hang with me on music knowledge. At this point, i don't really care if she's black, asian, messican or cackazoid... as long as she has a hearty admiration for song and melody.
It's almost as if i have a sign on my forehead... it's permanent and it reads...
"Don't disturb this dude!!!!"
*plays keyboard at a drive in hotel off a desolate highway in california and sings to a microphone that has no power to it*
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She was golden. Cute as a button and baby cheeks. Incredible trendy fashion sense and a smile bigger than the Golden Gate. Umph! Had a good rolling conversation, had her laughing multiple times.
WHen i thought it climaxed, i went in for the kill and said,
"Well, like a Babyface record, the acoustic one... So when can i see you again?"
She said...
*giggles* "You can find me here!"
I wanted her number but i got the point.
Walked away with my pride and diluted glass of gin and tonic - in speeds of super sonic.
I'ma ramble a sec. So move on to the next post if you have stuff to do like, laundry, updating an app or the pizza is about to finish baking. Grab the mittens.
____________
The aforementioned wasn't the first time. In the past few months, i kept striking out like Arod in the post season.
It's fukked up when you're in my position to acquire sistas and strike out 9.8 times out of 10 because:
1. I don't play video games, watch anime, haven't read a book since highschool (and even then, it was Monarch/Cliffnotes), not very well travelled, indifferent about art/crafts, loathe nature hikes and don't harness the cerebral capacity to talk about anything with substance/profound... so that rules out the nerdy/geeky chicks.
2. Not really street/have that urban flare. Don't make much money and not black. So that rules out the 51/50 ratchet chicks.
My fashion doesn't appeal to neither (how can you mix j crew with jordans? Pick one damnit). It's like I'm at an unhappy, misfortunate medium. They say go hard or go home... i'm more like coasting in between mediocrity (sans the success rate).
If i could find one that was as big on music as i am; i think we'd be golden like grahams, b.
NEVER met a woman who could hang with me on music knowledge. At this point, i don't really care if she's black, asian, messican or cackazoid... as long as she has a hearty admiration for song and melody.
It's almost as if i have a sign on my forehead... it's permanent and it reads...
"Don't disturb this dude!!!!"
*plays keyboard at a drive in hotel off a desolate highway in california and sings to a microphone that has no power to it*
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? IF not...no flag on the play. Let the game continue 
really? You really think you're special for being a social retard?
they'll be in there breaking down specs and talking sexy... 
can i sell you a computer and get your number? 