Day 26/360: Outdoor Mall Game
Nomad and I went to a raw food restaurant and ate way too much. It was near an outdoor mall, so we walked around to digest and to socialize.
7. C<5: Went into the bookstore because it was cold and I needed to warm up. Saw a girl by herself, horse girl. Ejected after.
8. C<5: Saw another girl near the first. I didn't want to use the same opener. Sex last week. I apologized for the confusion, she said it's okay, it's a compliment. I ejected. Finally recovered from last night's nervousness.
9. C<5: I saw a store clerk. Horse girl. She was not as pretty as I thought she was at first, but what the hell. Her coworker came by. Unable to withstand the social pressure, I left after getting the apology.
10. B: We left the bookstore. I saw a girl walking down the street. Horse girl. She said it was rude, I tried to absurdify by saying it’s totally rude, then continuing, but she cut me off by saying, “No, I meant what you’re saying is really rude. Walk away.” Bleh, I didn’t need this. I left.
11. C<5: I saw an Asian girl looking at a map. Do you like horses? No, she did not know what a "horse" was, she didn't speak English.
12. C<5: I saw a girl pulling a hand rack full of stuff. Horse girl, no, not her, walked off.
13. C<5: We went to a few women's cosmetics/clothing stores. Two girls shopping for clothes. Sex last week, they laughed and said it's not them.
14. B: Older woman by herself, horse girl. As she was telling me she didn’t like horses, she walked away.
15. C>5: I saw a girl trying to collect donations for children. She solicited me, but before she could get anything out I did sex last week. She asked what I was doing, I told her I’m getting fresh air and digesting, then said that she’s of course trying to get my money. She gave me her whole spiel, then I said:
Me: It’s too bad we didn’t have sex last week, I would have been more likely to donate if I knew you better.
Her: You don’t necessarily know someone after having sex with them.
Me: I’d know how good they were in bed, at least. I mean, I don’t know how good you are in bed at all!
Her: I’m very good in bed.
Me: Well, that’s good. Listen, I’m having tryouts next week.
Her: Tryouts for what?
Me: Tryouts for people good in bed. You should come. It’s disguised as a BBQ.
<We chat about how we put sauce all over people’s bodies, et cetera.>
Me: I’ll text you the location when I figure it out.
Her: No, I can’t do that. I’m working, it’s seriously.
We chatted some more, but she doesn’t budge. Oh well, I tried.
On the car ride back I texted one of my girls if she spoke Spanish, because I wanted to test out a new identity story of mine. She replied yes, but she didn’t pick up when I called. Oh well.
B: 2
C<5: 6
C>5: 1