HalfAddict
Master Don Juan
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- Apr 23, 2005
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Whats up fellas..
Lets just get down to business eh.
I only opened 2 sets last night, as I was there to see a band and hang out with my friends. But I'm open to opportunity.
The enviornment is sort of a difficult one IMO. There are no big clubs or anything here, just small bars dotted all over the town. Plus I really dislike trying to talk to people in these places, as I am already pretty much deaf.
I was sitting with my buddies having beers when I saw a two set walk in that caught my eye, probably because I was having a bit of a giggle over it.
The first one was a HB 7 she was pretty good looking had a very pretty face and long blonde hair and a body that was pretty damn good. And her friend well she was cute, not my type as she stood about 5 feet tall and probably weighed under 100 lbs.....And I'm 6'5, and like 300 lbs.
So they sit down side to side in a booth alone. And I pretty much ignore them as I was already in conversation. Roughly 20 minutes later they were still sitting there...alone, arms folded looking bored as ****.
So I grab my brew and stroll over to them and plop down right in front of them and introduce myself.
Me: Hey you look bored as hell whats your names.
HB7: *smiles* Hi I'm HB 7.
HBshort: *smiles* I'm HB short.
HB7: whats your name.
Me: Ah yes, *grab her hand* I'm Halfaddict.
Me: I saw you from over there with my friends and thought I'd come talk to you since you aren't having any fun.'
HB7: Aw thank you for coming over to talk to us.... I love your hat!
Me: Thanks. *looks at HBshort* Hey HB7 get up real quick I have to do this.
HB 7 stands up.
So I grab shorts hand and stand her up next to me and put my arm over her... Everyone gets a laugh.
Insert random fluff talk here.
Me: Hey I have to go back to my friends over here.
HB7: Oh. I see.
I pull out my phone and open a new contact and hand it to her.
Me: Give me your number.
She takes my phone and puts some random **** for her name.
Me: No no thats where you put your name... Are you a special girl?
HB7: Laughs, No I can do it!
So she puts her name in my phone as . HB7 so it's at the very top of my list then calls her own phone.
I lean down and give her a hug and roll off.
So I suppose that went well enough as there are still major holes in my game.
The second one I opened was a HB6 standing alone. mind you there are slim pickins in my area. I live in a small ****hole town.
I recognized this girl from a local restaurant.
I just walked up to her.
Me: *points at HB6* You work at insert restaurant here.
HB6: Does a little dance YEAH!
This kind of threw me off... she was kind of eccentric....to say the least.
She reads my shirt, which is vulgar, Because I'm kind of a rowdy dude naturally and I don't do that GQ **** much. You know, that bad boy thing some guys fake to get laid =P
HB6: Oh my god does your shirt say **** You!
Me: sure does.
Hb6: Wow **** you too! What is that all about!
Me: Oh it's a hardcore band from Cali. They're pretty awesome.
HB6: Yeah? I just bought the recent Dying Fetus album and I love it... I love death metal.
Another surprise... as she was very plain nothing really stood out about her, so that one came from left field.
HB6: I could totally sing in a death metal band!
Me: Let's hear it then c-mon.
HB6: Oh I can't just do it on the spot... You do it first.
Me: Oh you wuss, *nudge*
So of course I belt out my best growl hahahha and she joins in.
She goes on about how she plays guitar and writes lyrics and what not, and we should totally start a band. So it was pretty easy to grab her number.
Which she wrote on a napkin for some reason as I handed her my phone.
*edit* I just realized I didn't know her name till it was in my phone hehehh
So I left and went back to my table.
Hell, I had fun anyways.
Lets just get down to business eh.
I only opened 2 sets last night, as I was there to see a band and hang out with my friends. But I'm open to opportunity.
The enviornment is sort of a difficult one IMO. There are no big clubs or anything here, just small bars dotted all over the town. Plus I really dislike trying to talk to people in these places, as I am already pretty much deaf.
I was sitting with my buddies having beers when I saw a two set walk in that caught my eye, probably because I was having a bit of a giggle over it.
The first one was a HB 7 she was pretty good looking had a very pretty face and long blonde hair and a body that was pretty damn good. And her friend well she was cute, not my type as she stood about 5 feet tall and probably weighed under 100 lbs.....And I'm 6'5, and like 300 lbs.
So they sit down side to side in a booth alone. And I pretty much ignore them as I was already in conversation. Roughly 20 minutes later they were still sitting there...alone, arms folded looking bored as ****.
So I grab my brew and stroll over to them and plop down right in front of them and introduce myself.
Me: Hey you look bored as hell whats your names.
HB7: *smiles* Hi I'm HB 7.
HBshort: *smiles* I'm HB short.
HB7: whats your name.
Me: Ah yes, *grab her hand* I'm Halfaddict.
Me: I saw you from over there with my friends and thought I'd come talk to you since you aren't having any fun.'
HB7: Aw thank you for coming over to talk to us.... I love your hat!
Me: Thanks. *looks at HBshort* Hey HB7 get up real quick I have to do this.
HB 7 stands up.
So I grab shorts hand and stand her up next to me and put my arm over her... Everyone gets a laugh.
Insert random fluff talk here.
Me: Hey I have to go back to my friends over here.
HB7: Oh. I see.
I pull out my phone and open a new contact and hand it to her.
Me: Give me your number.
She takes my phone and puts some random **** for her name.
Me: No no thats where you put your name... Are you a special girl?
HB7: Laughs, No I can do it!
So she puts her name in my phone as . HB7 so it's at the very top of my list then calls her own phone.
I lean down and give her a hug and roll off.
So I suppose that went well enough as there are still major holes in my game.
The second one I opened was a HB6 standing alone. mind you there are slim pickins in my area. I live in a small ****hole town.
I recognized this girl from a local restaurant.
I just walked up to her.
Me: *points at HB6* You work at insert restaurant here.
HB6: Does a little dance YEAH!
This kind of threw me off... she was kind of eccentric....to say the least.
She reads my shirt, which is vulgar, Because I'm kind of a rowdy dude naturally and I don't do that GQ **** much. You know, that bad boy thing some guys fake to get laid =P
HB6: Oh my god does your shirt say **** You!
Me: sure does.
Hb6: Wow **** you too! What is that all about!
Me: Oh it's a hardcore band from Cali. They're pretty awesome.
HB6: Yeah? I just bought the recent Dying Fetus album and I love it... I love death metal.
Another surprise... as she was very plain nothing really stood out about her, so that one came from left field.
HB6: I could totally sing in a death metal band!
Me: Let's hear it then c-mon.
HB6: Oh I can't just do it on the spot... You do it first.
Me: Oh you wuss, *nudge*
So of course I belt out my best growl hahahha and she joins in.
She goes on about how she plays guitar and writes lyrics and what not, and we should totally start a band. So it was pretty easy to grab her number.
Which she wrote on a napkin for some reason as I handed her my phone.
*edit* I just realized I didn't know her name till it was in my phone hehehh
So I left and went back to my table.
Hell, I had fun anyways.
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