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I've met someone. A great someone. A beaner.
She showed up to the happy hour I regularly attend and it was her first time. Okay, so I scoped her picture online and thought she was really pretty and made an extra effort to introduce myself and talk to her. But despite that level of creepiness, we hit it off.
We chatted it up and drank that night, bouncing to a couple bars before a friend of hers whisked her away. I found out she was a nerd, a sweetheart and a southern California transplant. We talked about video games, Internet sites, music, art, movies... and it all just kind of clicked. Our interests are very much aligned.
It's funny how in sync we are in our thinking as well. She'll look at my plate in a restaurant and scrunch her nose... then a second later look at me and say, "Oh, I'm not judging your food or anything, I just have a runny nose and happened to be staring at your food when I sniffed." That's not exactly a good example, but it demonstrates the point of something so inconsequential I might be thinking if I were to do something like that. We share the over-analysis, overly considerate gene. I like that.
She's had a bit of a troubled past and to some extent, that worries me. But we've been hanging out for a couple weeks now and I don't see any of the tell-tale signs of crazy. If anything, her upbringing has just made her too much of a pushover, of which I can whole-heartedly relate.
She's spent the night at my place 3 times so far with a 4th coming tonight. She has become my 4th. Surprising, considering we're only dating and no mention of exclusivity has been made. I'm planning on bringing it up soon though because I can't do that with someone who isn't exclusive. And I want her to be my girlfriend. I think it'll be an easy sell. :)
My interest in The Beaner has led to strife among the happy hour girls though. Three of them have been pursuing me and when they saw me holding her hand, I could see the disappointment in their faces. The one girl, who's been the most aggressive, was acting all sorts of weird, even going so far as to flash her tit in the street in some effort to show us all how she was going to get into a strip club for free. I feel bad. I know I have no reason to, but I do. I just don't like the idea of disturbing the universe. Listlessness is a very suitable trait in my eyes. Boring? Sure.
In closing, The Beaner has a great rack. What? I'm still a guy.