Solomon
Master Don Juan
There’s something about summer that just hits different.
Yesterday in the late afternoon. I stopped by the local bar near my place. You know the kind, casual spot, sand volleyball courts out front, music playing, everyone glowing with that early summer energy. It’s a hotspot this time of year. Young and middle-aged women everywhere, rocking sundresses, shorts, and some leaving little to the imagination. I had just finished a 3.5-mile interval run. Legs were burning, lungs a little tight but I wasn’t drenched in sweat(Kudos to Mercedes Colonge), so I figured I was safe to show face. I wasn’t in “Game mode” or anything like that. Just wanted a drink, some fresh air, and maybe a little people watching.
I grab a seat at the bar, drink in hand, minding my business.
What’s funny is the guy next to her clearly wanted to say something — you could see it in his body language. But he didn’t. He froze. Blinked and missed it.
Me? I kept it cool. Not pressing. Just letting the moment breathe.
Breathe, Breathe, Breathe
Did she just drop a COD reference?
Bingo. There’s my in.
I lean over, “What are your thoughts on the GTA6 trailer?”
Her face lights up. “I can’t wait for it to drop.”
From there, we were off like a freight train. Talking gaming, timelines, AI, and even a little philosophy. This wasn’t small talk this was two people connecting. She was sharp, quick, and thoughtful. A rare mix of chill and intellect. The young folks call this "Vibing," I guess. The more we talked the more comfortable I became. This wasn't me trying, it was effortless because she made it so. A bit of laughter here, me Kinoing, I felt like all my experience culminated to this. Being in a chill frame and whatever I was putting down she was picking it up.
Turns out she’s 23, in community college, and works part-time at the bar.
We ended up stepping outside and talking some more, no pressure, no weird vibes, just good conversation. Before parting ways, we exchanged info.
An hour later she snapped me a few pics. Nothing crazy,
I walk back in the bar to finish my drink, later, this guy and his wife sat next to me. The guy, let's call him "Chuck," and his white "Tiffany." Tiffany was 5'7 blonde, cute face, mid30's. Tiffany was waaaaassted I'm talking in another constellation type of lit. They start chatting with me. Chuck and I are talking about our shared love for Trumpy Trump and also crypto. Him and Tiffany decided to do one last shot before leaving. They live 40 minutes away. The convo was good but what was weird when they left Tiffany gave me this long ass hug, which felt very personal and affectionate. I kind of laughed it off as her just being drunk, I could feel Chuck's eyes on me like lasers. "Bro I'm not trying to bang your wife" I was thinking before they left, Chuck dropped me his number because he wanted to talk more about Crypto.
Final Thoughts
Not gonna lie she’s easily(23 year old)one of the most interesting women I’ve talked to in years (I do not say that lightly, I've hung out with women twice her age who were frggin airheads)No filters, no games. Just good energy and mutual curiosity. And honestly, sometimes the best connections are the ones you don’t plan for.
This summer just started, time to sharpen the blades....
—Solo
Yesterday in the late afternoon. I stopped by the local bar near my place. You know the kind, casual spot, sand volleyball courts out front, music playing, everyone glowing with that early summer energy. It’s a hotspot this time of year. Young and middle-aged women everywhere, rocking sundresses, shorts, and some leaving little to the imagination. I had just finished a 3.5-mile interval run. Legs were burning, lungs a little tight but I wasn’t drenched in sweat(Kudos to Mercedes Colonge), so I figured I was safe to show face. I wasn’t in “Game mode” or anything like that. Just wanted a drink, some fresh air, and maybe a little people watching.
I grab a seat at the bar, drink in hand, minding my business.
Then she appears.
Hoodie on, no makeup, natural beauty. Maybe 5'5". Hair tight up, She looks over and asks,
“Can I sit here?”
Pointing the a empty seat next to me
"Sure," I say, nodding. (uggh why did I nod?)
Hoodie on, no makeup, natural beauty. Maybe 5'5". Hair tight up, She looks over and asks,
“Can I sit here?”
Pointing the a empty seat next to me
"Sure," I say, nodding. (uggh why did I nod?)
What’s funny is the guy next to her clearly wanted to say something — you could see it in his body language. But he didn’t. He froze. Blinked and missed it.
Me? I kept it cool. Not pressing. Just letting the moment breathe.
Breathe, Breathe, Breathe
Then she casually mentions to the bartender:
“Yeah, I played some Call of Duty earlier.”
Hold up.“Yeah, I played some Call of Duty earlier.”
Did she just drop a COD reference?
Bingo. There’s my in.
I lean over, “What are your thoughts on the GTA6 trailer?”
Her face lights up. “I can’t wait for it to drop.”
From there, we were off like a freight train. Talking gaming, timelines, AI, and even a little philosophy. This wasn’t small talk this was two people connecting. She was sharp, quick, and thoughtful. A rare mix of chill and intellect. The young folks call this "Vibing," I guess. The more we talked the more comfortable I became. This wasn't me trying, it was effortless because she made it so. A bit of laughter here, me Kinoing, I felt like all my experience culminated to this. Being in a chill frame and whatever I was putting down she was picking it up.
Turns out she’s 23, in community college, and works part-time at the bar.
We ended up stepping outside and talking some more, no pressure, no weird vibes, just good conversation. Before parting ways, we exchanged info.
An hour later she snapped me a few pics. Nothing crazy,
And now? We’ve got a date set for later this week.
I walk back in the bar to finish my drink, later, this guy and his wife sat next to me. The guy, let's call him "Chuck," and his white "Tiffany." Tiffany was 5'7 blonde, cute face, mid30's. Tiffany was waaaaassted I'm talking in another constellation type of lit. They start chatting with me. Chuck and I are talking about our shared love for Trumpy Trump and also crypto. Him and Tiffany decided to do one last shot before leaving. They live 40 minutes away. The convo was good but what was weird when they left Tiffany gave me this long ass hug, which felt very personal and affectionate. I kind of laughed it off as her just being drunk, I could feel Chuck's eyes on me like lasers. "Bro I'm not trying to bang your wife" I was thinking before they left, Chuck dropped me his number because he wanted to talk more about Crypto.
Final Thoughts
Not gonna lie she’s easily(23 year old)one of the most interesting women I’ve talked to in years (I do not say that lightly, I've hung out with women twice her age who were frggin airheads)No filters, no games. Just good energy and mutual curiosity. And honestly, sometimes the best connections are the ones you don’t plan for.
This summer just started, time to sharpen the blades....
—Solo
