Day 66/360: Nomad’s Back, No More Cooked Food (Unrelated Events)

I wake up at 11 a.m. today and do pull-ups and hanging leg raises. I make a green smoothie but realize I can’t run now. Oh well.

Drew and I look at some guitars. The sales guy teaches me a tune from Rage Against the Machine’s “Killing in the Name” and I am hook. I run out of the store to prevent a compulsive purchase.

I see a blonde girl walking toward us. I Rodman her, then horse girl. She answers in German. I let her go. Oh well.

Drew peer pressures me into eating delicious beef with shrimp fried rice. Damn you, Drew, it was really good.

We go to the second pickup mansion and Brad gives me a tour of the place. It’s nice, I can’t wait to meet to new guys!

I take my daily nap and wake up with a stomachache. That’s it, no more cooked food. I’m surprised by the strong effect it has on me, but in retrospect I wanted to eat cooked food, get sick, and have a physical aversion to cooked food to eliminate temptation.

I pick up Nomad from the airport. We share out adventures and reconnect, then go to a tourist bar.

I immediately open the first girl I see. Sex last week, it wasn’t her. I demand her name but she doesn’t give it and walks away.

I see a girl standing by herself. She’s fat but I need to warm up. Horse girl. Her friend comes interrupts in the middle with her drink. She takes her shot, then asks me to continue. I finish the opener but it’s not her. She walks away to her friend.

I see a black girl who looks like the first girl I opened. Only one way to find out. Horse girl. It’s not her. I demand her name. She says she already gave it to me. I don’t remember. She walks away but a guy gets in my face, asking if I had sex with his wife. I say, “Maybe.” He says, “I think a guy who looks like you had sex with my wife.” I say, “No, I don’t think so.” He says, “Oh, okay,” and walks away. I was intimidated but I don’t think it showed. I suspected he knew it was a joke and just wanted to see me run, but I stood my ground and left unscathed.

Nomad sees four girls at a table with no seats available. I give him five seconds to approach; he gives me permission. Alright. I pull a chair between two girls, sit down, and horse girl the cuter one. After I say she looks just like her, she laughs and answers a call. I figure out logistics with the friends. She gets off the phone so I finish the opener. She forgives me but turns away. I tap her three times but she doesn’t turn around. I can tell the whole table wants me to leave, I’m not getting any response. I leave.

I see two cute girls cutting through the crowd away from me. I follow their path. Horse girl. Midway through the friend pulls my target by the elbow away. That’s a good friend!

I walk toward a cute girl but as I arrive her friends are making introductions. I back off. Minutes later she’s leaving. I hold her — sex last week. No it’s not her, she leaves.

I’ve talked to every attractive girl in the bar so we leave. On our way out Nomad opens a girl near the door. I notice her friend waiting so I open her and compliment her hat. She goes out the door so I follow to make sure she doesn’t come back in. While I’m waiting I chat with the door guy. Nomad comes out and we leave.

I spot a girl standing in the middle of the street, waiting to finish crossing. I tell Nomad to stop and we wait for her to come at us. She diagonally walks back to the bar we just left so I give up.

Nomad later sees her walking away from the bar, across the street. I cross the street and follow her. As I get close she stops at her car. “Do you like horses?” She just got a ticket and is pissed, but she wants me to keep talking to her. I finish the opener and we vibe about hating tickets. She’s upset so I hug her. Smart tests. We chat some more. She offers me a cigarette; I take it. She has to go back to meet her friends so I tell her to give me her number before I don’t want it anymore. She laughs and says, “In a few seconds you won’t want it anymore?” Yes. Her phone rings. It’s her “on-and-off boyfriend”. She gives me her number. We hug and she leaves.

Without Nomad I was forced to go solo all week. Initially I didn’t want to even go out, I was so rusty. By yesterday I was feeling great, and today with Nomad I became an approach machine (without premature ejection). I feel good.