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La Forza Del Destino
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ok. This sucks. Some meetup. :/ How does it happen that there’s a meetup and you’re THE. ONLY. ONE. that shows up? At least they could have picked a bar with attractive girls. Damn. I’m practically bored to death… Good thing I like beer.
*Future-Bill laughs at me as he would have just whipped out his g1 and invited more ladies to the bar to keep him company*
It’s funny how you can tell all the patrons here are locals. They all walk in the door with that same dull, lifeless look, select a booth and begin chattering away with people about things that don’t matter at all and that they won’t remember tomorrow. They’re already resigned to the fact that nothing good’s going to happen in their lives today, so at least they can have a drink and a conversation before going to sleep… again….
ok… The chick that just walked in the door doesn’t belong here. She looks too intelligent for this crowd… Maybe not intelligent, like book-smarts… I’m sure these people have jobs of some sort, but her mind is running. Her brain is working. She’s calculating what she can make happen. She’s a “doer”. She’s also scanning the crowd. The rest of these people knew exactly who they were looking for, walked right over to them and slumped into their seats at the booths. This one’s running faces against a database. She’s not sure that anyone she recognizes is actually here = not a local = probably here for the meetup.
She also moves like a woman. Mostly, a lost art in this town. Girls that birth daughters when they’re between 13-15 years old can’t pass down womanly sensuality that they themselves haven’t learned yet. It doesn’t help that the BabyFavaz were just trying to get laid (as usual) and are nowhere in sight to a) help raise the child and b) connect her to their branch of the family, potentially doubling the female role-models available to her as she grows up. Thus, you get a cycle of blah. Women that don’t know how to be women because nobody taught them because nobody cares. Well… Somebody TAUGHT this one…
She walked the whole place and came back to the bartender. She’s looking for us…. I mean “us”, which is ME. She’s not looking for me, but I’m all she’s going to find. She’ll be here in a few seconds. I know this because I did the exact same thing when I walked in the door. Scanned the crowd, walked all the way to the back, came to the bartender and asked if anyone announced they were here for the meetup. She had told me nobody was here, so I grabbed a good spot where I could keep an eye on the action, or lack thereof.
Also, she’s not comfortable. She hasn’t arrived where she wants to be. If she doesn’t get the right information from the bartender, she’s going to leave. I mean, it’ll be on me to flag her down and see if she’s here for the meetup. Either way, she’s not a local, and this isn’t her scene at all. She’s not here to meet or mingle with these people. She’s here to meet the people that said they were coming.
Yup. Bartender’s talking and pointing towards my end of the bar. Sweet. Now I get to play it off like as if I haven’t been watching every single second of her that I could see since the outside door opened far enough for me to see her face. Gotta love that. We meet on equal terms instead of me jumping off my seat, excusing myself, explaining to her WHY I think she’s here for the meetup and inviting her to have a seat, thus saving me from this ultimate boredom and eventually giving me something to blog about other than. “There was a meetup. Nobody Came. The End.”
Time to wipe the “Thank GOD!” off my face, and greet her as she walks over. No loss in revealing that I noticed her talking to the bartender and being pointed in my direction. “I was hoping you’d come sit with me for a drink ever since the first time I laid eyes on you”?… Loss! :D
Very interesting… Turns out that she’s coming from the knowledge side of things instead of the lack-of-knowledge side. I’m actually learning things here, instead of (as usual) informing someone what she would need to do to be at the stage I had achieved a full year ago and left so far in the dust that I can barely remember the instructions, it’s so second-nature to me now.
More importantly, she’s cool. She’s fun. She’s intelligent. She “gets it”. *Not “She COULD Get It”, as in I’d give her some, but she “gets it” as in she has a good grasp on what’s really going on in this life.* This is really great! This is kind of like a blind date, as if I’d ever GO on a blind date, because that’s completely CRAZY, going out with a chick you’ve never seen. I mean, it’s tough enough going out with chicks that you CAN see! :D Thank God for Facebook! You get to check up on the current visual status of a chick before you contact her. If she’s looking like “she could get it”, send her that message, Ya HEARD? Otherwise, skip her until she goes in for repairs.
She just stepped outside for the first time since we started chatting. Systems Check! Damn… I’m really having a good time! *mentally putting away the good ole’ vibrator trick* Sometimes, you meet someone for the first time and it’s like “WOW!”… You really feel like you’ve already known them for a really long time and just saw them last week. That’s always the coolest. That comfort level where you recognize you’re on the same page with someone and you feel like you’re going to move forward together.
Like… “Together” as homies… Not “Picket Fence and Two-Car Garage” Together! Let’s not get carried away! :D
Here she comes again… Walkin’ that walk! Very nice. Rather addictive, this chick is. The more she speaks, the more I want to know about her.. The more I want to find out… Except I don’t really need to find out. Whomever raised her, her family and friends deserve thanks and credit for producing such an interesting and well-rounded person. She makes me hopeful and lazy at the same time.
Hopeful that there are more in production, which would make the world a much better place than reproducing these vapid chicks that just shop, eat, run their mouths about nothing and hog up the oxygen that the trees are producing… and Lazy, because one of her is worth about 80 chicks anyway.
This is one of those times when it’s unfortunate that a day has to end… What a great accident. Thank GOD nobody showed up to this meetup! :D
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Wow, Bill. You “really” are a thinker – your mind compiled ALL of those words about something that IRL took, maybe 2 minutes.
Was that a stream of conscience or was she “really” something to write about?
It’s Fiction, Derek, hehe Never Happened! :D
Having said that, when you’re in the numbers game, such as being a single guy in a city with literally millions of women ambling around aimlessly with nothing to do, you become accustomed to mediocrity.
Liken it to a baseball scout that has to travel around the country seeing players that are excellent in their small area of the country or at their D-Level school, but couldn’t possibly cut the mustard in the Majors. According to that player and that player’s fans, they’re the best thing since sliced bread. According to you, being that you’re privy to the larger picture, they’re good… but hardly good enough.
Similarly, one becomes accustomed to extraordinary females. Not only are they a pleasure to spend time with, but they’re inspirational. It’s hard, if not impossible to explain the difference, being that I know you’ve been happily married for some time now. But not having to feel like “ugh… Here we go again!” is really a refreshing and rejuvenating feeling and IMO deserves lavish treatment.
Also, it was hypothetically closer to two hours than two minutes. That’s one of the things I find tough about this new format. What I’m writing about is thoughts, feelings, motivations… The writing is linear, but it doesn’t physically represent the time spent on the event, because the time is irrelevant. So, maybe it took me 30 minutes to have one thought and then 5 minutes to have the next and then 3 seconds to have the next three in succession… Without framing these posts with physical events, such as actual discussions and people going to the bathroom, they do give an understandably warped impression of the time that was spent in order to come to my conclusions.
I’ll think about this. I don’t know that there’s anything I can do about it other than leave the location information out and just have it as a series of thoughts about women. We’ll see! :D
Ok, YA GOT ME! Didn’t know you were starting a “fiction” section. Excccuuuuusseee Me! :-)
haha Not A Problem, man. I appreciate your comment and I replied to it, above.
There’s no real way for me to consistently announce my Fiction series other than putting redundant disclaimers in the front of the posts. However, this goes back to the same issue you and I discussed back in the day about whether I was going to put a disclaimer on my posts as far as whether I was joking about something or not. ;)
I thought this had a nice, cool, swing to it. :D
Nice. I prefer to leave the “joke, satire, fiction” comment until the end, LOL.
By the way, hubby and I met on a blind date. We’ve been together since that day almost 15 years ago.