You got to Start Some where.
It has been a crazy couple of days. First off Booze and you lose. I cant remember most of my Thursday night, just these glitched fragments of a fucked up time in springfield. So I show up with hopes of meeting some fine young ladies. well there were ladies but Five guys for every lady. Now the pressure is on,not really I am the kind of guy that waits for the right moment(now this can be hard when your drunk)believe you, me.So here I am with my buddy kevin from work, who has already found some woman to talk to. I am standing in a room of people I don't know and just my beer In hand. Which At this point is low. I decided to start with the people who put the whole shebang together. This my chance to find out where all the single ladies are.So I start doing what most of us who grew up in the woods dread doing, Mingling. Saying hello to random people.Then Suddenly I don't Know How but I met a girl.(she will be Known as Angela.) So we get to talking,the fine details are all bit fuzzy.(remember kids Alcohol affects your memory.)We make to the bar. Now for some the bar can be your best friend and your wallets worst enemy. In my case I broke even with the bar. As for Angela I dig her. Iam trying to approach this as a friendship 99% of the time I am with her.Because she could be an awesome friend. But I am attracted to her 100%. At this point I can't tell you more Phone numbers were exchanged. We parted ways, I blacked out and woke up friday morning late for work feeling Like I tried to fight my way out of a hoard ninja's(trust me you don't wan't to fight hoards of ninja's.) and if your wondering about my name is after Attila the Hun. I couldn't think of anything else. don't like? then Fuck off!