Sometimes, even I'm amazed...
Award for manna-from-the-heavens good news of the day is that my newly discovered Greek goddess seems to have formed (oddly enough, considering I said all of probably eight words to her in about 12 seconds before I ran for my dear, pathetic life) an exceptionally favorable impression of me (lord only knows how or why). Apparently, she's somehow come to the conclusion that I'm intelligent (ha!) and/or some combination of witty/charming (ha ha!), as well as "adorable" (who the hell even knows what that means!)
I'm sure that some, if not all, of it is Elsa's (roommate) combination of talking me up and/or some natural tendency for women to bolster the egos of their friends by saying "oh yeah, so-and-so thinks very highly of you," etc. In fact, come to think of it, I guess a lot of people do that to some extent...some of it based on politeness, some looking out for your friends, hoping occasionally to merge different groups of friends, sometimes just to mess with people, etc. I think the majority of the need-to-hook-people-up is largely the domain of women though. She goes on to tell me this, that and the other thing about her, suggestions and recommendations on how to continue to make a favourable impression, yadda yadda yadda. I listen intently, take what mental notes I'm able to (yeah right), and try to formulate a plan.
I've confirmed that she is, in fact, moving to Char in the near future, so I've volunteered the services of my lazy ass as well as the pretty-likely-to-be-more-helpful use of my truck and/or crappy trailer, so we'll see how that goes...much opportunity for chit chat and sneaky groundwork-laying, seed-planting conversation. Not that I'm plotting anything...
I really can't emphasize enough how attractive this woman is...allegedly sharp as a tack, too. [swoon] Updates as they occur on that front.
OK, the above was written earlier, before I headed out for the evening, say around 6pm, prior to my departure for the evening. It is now very nearly 5am, and I'm just arriving home, mind utterly full with things I need to commit to electronic paper before I forget every last shred of what I want (or don't want) to go to press...
What started out as me just swinging by the club to talk to the powers-that-be there that the Friday night scene possibly isn't my thing, and maybe I could help out, lend a hand and volunteer/work Friday nights. I figure it'd give me something to stay busy, I could get to know people there, and I wouldn't necessarily be subject to the weird Friday night vibe (that granted, I could just be imagining). So I'm there without any intention of hitting on anyone, and as it turns out, it's kind of dead anyway...there are maybe a dozen cars in the lot, and I think to myself, "OK, it'll be deserted, and I'll just go in and talk to whomever I need to talk to, have a drink or two, and be on my merry way." Sure enough, upon entry, I speak to the first person I see, I'm given instructions to email the appropriate parties, and that's that. Get inside, and true to prediction, it's a ghost town...swore I saw tumbleweeds and everything. I've never seen this kind of dearth of partygoers since I've been attending these functions, but then again this is only my second Friday, and the weekend after a big party, so it's likely to not be a huge crowd to begin with. I run into the two PJs, chat with them for a little bit, get introduced to the people they're chatting with, all very nice. Walk around for a while, debate leaving, figure I'll stay a little, tiny bit longer. I did accidentally get introduced to this way creepy guy, Jerry? Jeffrey? I think Jeffrey. Pretty much spent most of the evening watching him flounder about. He somehow managed to get a few girls to dance for/with him, but I think it was more pity than anything else...he was quite...uh...let's say "enthusiastic". Did the whole classic follow-any-girl-around-like-a-lost-puppy-who-doesn't-shoo-you-away thing, don't know why they let him take half the unwelcome liberties they did, but eh, who knows.
Anyway, some time later, these two very attractive women walk in together, notable because they're unescorted, other than by one another, they're fairly attractive, and they're getting there pretty late, even for this place. So they're dancing, drinking, having what appears to be a great time. I think I detect one or the other looking at me at various points over the course of time, and of course, I try to not avert my gaze and smile, while having a very pleasant conversation with the PJs. At this point, it's maybe 1:30? or so am, and the place is clearing out (relatively speaking, it was never that crowded to begin with). I get up to get a drink, and who should I nearly bulldoze, but my soon-to-be new friend S. We chat a bit, I apologize for nearly steamrolling her, and she tells me about how she and her friend T have been watching me, and debating why I hadn't been over to introduce myself yet, and what was I waiting for? She proceeds to tell me that T's of the impression that I must obviously be gay. I don't immediately disagree, in the hopes that "gay and therefore non-threatening" could potentially be my "in". We head over to their table, and I meet the lovely T. Chat a bit, let them convince me to dance, both together and separately, chat some more, somehow manage to lose T, decide with S that she must be upstairs, and let's go find her. Find T downstairs just prior to going upstairs, and yet we all decide to go up anyway...
Bleh, I'm tired, its goddamn 6am! I'll tell you the rest when I see/talk to you.
Suffice it to say that my completely stupid lifelong streak of dumb luck continues unabated. This exceptionally fortunate turn of events might even have the added side effect of taking care of my #1 issue, as identified by Ham...hrm. And the weekend has only just barely gotten started! To that end, I sincerely hope that each and every one of y'all reading has twice as much luck as I seem to be idly stumbling into. Bon weekend!
I'm sure that some, if not all, of it is Elsa's (roommate) combination of talking me up and/or some natural tendency for women to bolster the egos of their friends by saying "oh yeah, so-and-so thinks very highly of you," etc. In fact, come to think of it, I guess a lot of people do that to some extent...some of it based on politeness, some looking out for your friends, hoping occasionally to merge different groups of friends, sometimes just to mess with people, etc. I think the majority of the need-to-hook-people-up is largely the domain of women though. She goes on to tell me this, that and the other thing about her, suggestions and recommendations on how to continue to make a favourable impression, yadda yadda yadda. I listen intently, take what mental notes I'm able to (yeah right), and try to formulate a plan.
I've confirmed that she is, in fact, moving to Char in the near future, so I've volunteered the services of my lazy ass as well as the pretty-likely-to-be-more-helpful use of my truck and/or crappy trailer, so we'll see how that goes...much opportunity for chit chat and sneaky groundwork-laying, seed-planting conversation. Not that I'm plotting anything...
I really can't emphasize enough how attractive this woman is...allegedly sharp as a tack, too. [swoon] Updates as they occur on that front.
OK, the above was written earlier, before I headed out for the evening, say around 6pm, prior to my departure for the evening. It is now very nearly 5am, and I'm just arriving home, mind utterly full with things I need to commit to electronic paper before I forget every last shred of what I want (or don't want) to go to press...
What started out as me just swinging by the club to talk to the powers-that-be there that the Friday night scene possibly isn't my thing, and maybe I could help out, lend a hand and volunteer/work Friday nights. I figure it'd give me something to stay busy, I could get to know people there, and I wouldn't necessarily be subject to the weird Friday night vibe (that granted, I could just be imagining). So I'm there without any intention of hitting on anyone, and as it turns out, it's kind of dead anyway...there are maybe a dozen cars in the lot, and I think to myself, "OK, it'll be deserted, and I'll just go in and talk to whomever I need to talk to, have a drink or two, and be on my merry way." Sure enough, upon entry, I speak to the first person I see, I'm given instructions to email the appropriate parties, and that's that. Get inside, and true to prediction, it's a ghost town...swore I saw tumbleweeds and everything. I've never seen this kind of dearth of partygoers since I've been attending these functions, but then again this is only my second Friday, and the weekend after a big party, so it's likely to not be a huge crowd to begin with. I run into the two PJs, chat with them for a little bit, get introduced to the people they're chatting with, all very nice. Walk around for a while, debate leaving, figure I'll stay a little, tiny bit longer. I did accidentally get introduced to this way creepy guy, Jerry? Jeffrey? I think Jeffrey. Pretty much spent most of the evening watching him flounder about. He somehow managed to get a few girls to dance for/with him, but I think it was more pity than anything else...he was quite...uh...let's say "enthusiastic". Did the whole classic follow-any-girl-around-like-a-lost-puppy-who-doesn't-shoo-you-away thing, don't know why they let him take half the unwelcome liberties they did, but eh, who knows.
Anyway, some time later, these two very attractive women walk in together, notable because they're unescorted, other than by one another, they're fairly attractive, and they're getting there pretty late, even for this place. So they're dancing, drinking, having what appears to be a great time. I think I detect one or the other looking at me at various points over the course of time, and of course, I try to not avert my gaze and smile, while having a very pleasant conversation with the PJs. At this point, it's maybe 1:30? or so am, and the place is clearing out (relatively speaking, it was never that crowded to begin with). I get up to get a drink, and who should I nearly bulldoze, but my soon-to-be new friend S. We chat a bit, I apologize for nearly steamrolling her, and she tells me about how she and her friend T have been watching me, and debating why I hadn't been over to introduce myself yet, and what was I waiting for? She proceeds to tell me that T's of the impression that I must obviously be gay. I don't immediately disagree, in the hopes that "gay and therefore non-threatening" could potentially be my "in". We head over to their table, and I meet the lovely T. Chat a bit, let them convince me to dance, both together and separately, chat some more, somehow manage to lose T, decide with S that she must be upstairs, and let's go find her. Find T downstairs just prior to going upstairs, and yet we all decide to go up anyway...
Bleh, I'm tired, its goddamn 6am! I'll tell you the rest when I see/talk to you.
Suffice it to say that my completely stupid lifelong streak of dumb luck continues unabated. This exceptionally fortunate turn of events might even have the added side effect of taking care of my #1 issue, as identified by Ham...hrm. And the weekend has only just barely gotten started! To that end, I sincerely hope that each and every one of y'all reading has twice as much luck as I seem to be idly stumbling into. Bon weekend!
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