I learned two very distinct, important lessons tonight... I set myself up for a HUGE fail.
Lesson number one: Be nice and friendly. A hipster girl I recently met, who is incredibly hot, is dating a hipster guy who, when I met him, was incredibly... nice. He was very friendly, quiet, almost shy. He was very polite and seemed genuinely interested in me.
When I first met him, I thought I was cooler than him. I've since realized it's the other way around... He's very fun to talk to, because he's understanding, friendly, and inclusive. He's not dorky, he just he really likes everyone, and tries to bring out the best in them. It's a very attractive quality and I quickly became friends with him and his girlfriend.
Lesson number two was learned when I was hanging out with them tonight at a coffeehouse/bar. I had decided to be as friendly as possible with them. It was difficult because I had previously thought about how I could steal his girlfriend (she's super hot, even though he's not conventionally attractive.) Maybe a master DJ could have stolen her, but I'm not one of those, so I decided to just be friends with them. It is a much better feeling and I had a great time. I felt like a good person, someone who is genuine with people, and I lost all the shame and nervousness that I often have with people (when I'm trying to pickup girls for example.) Lesson: If I'm trying to look like a badass, I'm actually being a douche.
Well, there was this cute hipster girl reading a book and as I was walking past, I asked without a second thought "Whatcha reading?" I was in a good mood, a bit buzzed, but in a FRIENDLY mood. I just wanted to talk to her. She must have picked up on that, because she got a big grin, showing me it was Keirkegaard. I asked her if she wanted to come chill with us.
She gladly came over and chilled with us. It wasn't awkward at all because we were just being friendly, even though I could tell that she thought I was cute. We all talked and had a good time and in the back of my mind I was thinking "just have fun with her, it doesn't matter what happens at the end of the night." It worked great. This girl was ****in' perfect to me... and it seemed like I was perfect to her. She was into existentialism and we had a very interesting conversation about it. She was also a singer-songwriter, and I'm a musician. My friends excused themselves, and she and I talked for a few minutes. It was one of those perfect conversations, the ones with sexual undertones, where you both know you both want to bang, but you have such a good connection that you enjoy talking to each other platonically.
Well, I asked her if she wanted to come to my house and play me some songs, and she said sure. It was perfect: Neither of us seemed desperate or over-eager, but both of us knew that the other wanted us. Her phone was low on power, so I told her where I lived, and how to get there. Then I drove back to my house and waited on top of my car.
5 minutes..
10 minutes..
I drive fast, but I don't drive THAT fast.
15 minutes..
SON OF A *****!!!!!
She got lost and couldn't find my house. And I had no way to contact her. She'd told me she'd smoked some weed earlier... Why didn't I ask her to repeat the directions back to me?
****!!
Easy come, easy go... ****!! First he giveth, then he taketh away... God damnit! That describes my thought process for about an hour.
Well, at least I feel good that I almost had an awesome girl, and I did learn some valuable lessons tonight. Number one, make friends first. Gunwitch method has never worked for me; I think my game is best played friendly-style. I also had a great time, made some new friends, and was reminded of how awesome and interesting other people really are.
Lesson number two: Get the girl's mother****ing number... and make sure she has the directions right!!
So how does my night end?
I posted a Craigslist ad under "missed connections"... and I'm about to whack off
Lesson number one: Be nice and friendly. A hipster girl I recently met, who is incredibly hot, is dating a hipster guy who, when I met him, was incredibly... nice. He was very friendly, quiet, almost shy. He was very polite and seemed genuinely interested in me.
When I first met him, I thought I was cooler than him. I've since realized it's the other way around... He's very fun to talk to, because he's understanding, friendly, and inclusive. He's not dorky, he just he really likes everyone, and tries to bring out the best in them. It's a very attractive quality and I quickly became friends with him and his girlfriend.
Lesson number two was learned when I was hanging out with them tonight at a coffeehouse/bar. I had decided to be as friendly as possible with them. It was difficult because I had previously thought about how I could steal his girlfriend (she's super hot, even though he's not conventionally attractive.) Maybe a master DJ could have stolen her, but I'm not one of those, so I decided to just be friends with them. It is a much better feeling and I had a great time. I felt like a good person, someone who is genuine with people, and I lost all the shame and nervousness that I often have with people (when I'm trying to pickup girls for example.) Lesson: If I'm trying to look like a badass, I'm actually being a douche.
Well, there was this cute hipster girl reading a book and as I was walking past, I asked without a second thought "Whatcha reading?" I was in a good mood, a bit buzzed, but in a FRIENDLY mood. I just wanted to talk to her. She must have picked up on that, because she got a big grin, showing me it was Keirkegaard. I asked her if she wanted to come chill with us.
She gladly came over and chilled with us. It wasn't awkward at all because we were just being friendly, even though I could tell that she thought I was cute. We all talked and had a good time and in the back of my mind I was thinking "just have fun with her, it doesn't matter what happens at the end of the night." It worked great. This girl was ****in' perfect to me... and it seemed like I was perfect to her. She was into existentialism and we had a very interesting conversation about it. She was also a singer-songwriter, and I'm a musician. My friends excused themselves, and she and I talked for a few minutes. It was one of those perfect conversations, the ones with sexual undertones, where you both know you both want to bang, but you have such a good connection that you enjoy talking to each other platonically.
Well, I asked her if she wanted to come to my house and play me some songs, and she said sure. It was perfect: Neither of us seemed desperate or over-eager, but both of us knew that the other wanted us. Her phone was low on power, so I told her where I lived, and how to get there. Then I drove back to my house and waited on top of my car.
5 minutes..
10 minutes..
I drive fast, but I don't drive THAT fast.
15 minutes..
SON OF A *****!!!!!
She got lost and couldn't find my house. And I had no way to contact her. She'd told me she'd smoked some weed earlier... Why didn't I ask her to repeat the directions back to me?
****!!
Easy come, easy go... ****!! First he giveth, then he taketh away... God damnit! That describes my thought process for about an hour.
Well, at least I feel good that I almost had an awesome girl, and I did learn some valuable lessons tonight. Number one, make friends first. Gunwitch method has never worked for me; I think my game is best played friendly-style. I also had a great time, made some new friends, and was reminded of how awesome and interesting other people really are.
Lesson number two: Get the girl's mother****ing number... and make sure she has the directions right!!
So how does my night end?
I posted a Craigslist ad under "missed connections"... and I'm about to whack off
