Surf
Surf the scene and you get dividends.
Saturday night plans fell through but for the better. A friend of mine, Hash, from way back in my early CBC days gave me a buzz when I got word that everyone was bailing due to a bit of water falling from the sky. I took the opportunity to invite him out to catch up. This guy reminds me of me in high school. I wish I had someone to shake me back them and say, "risk it all until you die." I mean, in terms of girls. Approaching them. And not actually dying.
My reasonably newfound confidence, which I only had in spurts before with some internal pushing, really showed this evening. I kept telling my friend who found certain girls cute, particularly a hot brunette, that he should approach. I gave him an arsenal of stuff with which he could make a move, but he couldn't. He kept wanting me to do it.
I was feeling pretty good, but did not have the desire for these girls that he had. We bar hopped a bit and made our way back to the original bar, Crooked Star. I went there for the first time with Bucko and always wanted to go back. It's my kinda place. As I spoke with my friend, I turned my attention to a girl and she immediately started talking to me. My buddy Hash thinks it's because I'm a good looking guy that she started talking to me but it has more to do with confidence I think.
After we left the Crooked Star we were walking down the street and there was a cute girl walking in the opposite direction. I held her gaze and smiled. She looked away after the initial eye contact but returned the gaze to see if I was still looking, and because I was, she smiled shyly. Hash saw this and exclaimed, "Dude, did you see her smile at you!? She likes you! And she's so incredibly cute. Way cuter than the girl I liked at the bar!" I didn't reply. I just smiled. Things are looking up.
When I got home, I sat down to write this. Then I got a call. Two girls I met at sailing school called me at 3am, time change not considered. They were tipsy and exclaimed how hot they think I am. They were also quite drunk, so I took it with a grain of salt. We set a date to go out a few weekends from now. Before we go out in the evening we're going to spend the day shop[ping for clothes for me. Ceecee says she can fit me with clothes that no woman could resist. We'll see. My present lackluster wardrobe seems to have worked reasonably well for me so far. Truth is, I need clothes. Badly. Last summer I donated 6 garbage bags with and I barely had any left over. I saved up a wad of cash to replace the clothes I missed out on. Having lost 12 pounds since the New Year, I'm due for some new clothes.