Day 67/360: Meeting House Two

I’m learning Radiohead’s “Creep” on Nomad’s guitar. Bar chords are tough.

I run 2.6 miles with Nomad, then do 4, 4, 2 pull-ups, then do 18, 8, 8 hanging leg raises.

My battery is here! My MacBook is a laptop again.

Nomad, Mr. S, and I meet the new contestants. Pretty cool guys. Coincidentally we have the same employer.

The three of us go to the bars.

There are only four girls in the bar and they all look like they’re with guys. I want to leave but I feel it’s creative avoidance. I find the most attractive girl and open her with horse girl. A guy joins the conversation so I befriend him. I figure out the logistics, they’re both from Boston visiting friends. I get the feeling they’re a couple but I assume it’s creative avoidance. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Nomad wings me but when I asked if she’s smart, hot, and rich, the guy asks, “Are you hitting on my girlfriend?” I tell him yes, sorry. He says it’s okay, just be respectful. I assume he’s posing and leave my arm around her while gaming her more. Nomad tells him I’ve got 8 girlfriends. I continue the routine, asking her to be my girlfriend #9. The guy says that’s okay, as long as she’s sleeping with him and talking with me. I say, “Ah, so you’re a talker.” She disqualifies herself, saying she’s not a talker. I say, “It’s good, I like doing all the talking.” She disqualifies herself again and says she talks a lot. I lead the conversation down an evil path, saying, “So you talk so much you’re a screamer.” She says yes. I go to the boyfriend and say, “You’re a lucky man, I love screamers.” The boyfriend steps in again and says that’s not cool. I respectfully leave the two. I had my fun.

I see a girl waiting around on the street. Horse girl. She’s drunk and says she doesn’t really like horses that much, but I’m hot. I thank her and continue the opener. Nope, not her, but again, I’m hot. Psychic routine, I guess she’s from Idaho. Her friend comes in and I immediately befriend her. She leaves to pick up her car so I go back to the drunk girl. I get her number. We hug goodbye and make out. I push her away and tell her that’s all she gets. She gets into the friend’s car and I tell the friend to take care of the drunk girl, then make out with her some more.

We go to a college frat bar. It’s a huge sausage-fest. On our way out Nomad opens two girls. I immediately wing him. I say her earrings are huge, she says they’re the smallest ones she’s got. I ask if she hula-hoops with them and she proceeds to air hula-hoop. Smart tests, she says she’s dumb. Dumb/hot/rich, she says she’s only two of those. I get her name. Shedding cat. She introduces me to Nomad’s target. I introduce myself, then immediately put my arm around the friend to divide the two girls and keep gaming the friend. I play with her hair, telling her she’d look great with pigtails. The girls are going to the bar, so I try to get her number. She says she doesn’t give it out. I tell her again, she said she’ll take my number. Fine. I give her the first few digits, then grab her phone and type it all in and hit “Send”. She says, “Oooh you’re smart.” I go for the kiss but I get the cheek. We leave.

We go to a rocker bar. I see a girl lock a door, then accuse her of causing trouble. She laughs and goes behind the bar. I lean over the bar and yell at her, “Hey, troublemaker! Now you’re behind the bar?! I’m watching you!” She laughs and we chat about the other bartender who works there, for social proof. I get a water and go back to the guys.

In the mirror I see a guy leave his girl to go to the bathroom. I tell the guys and Nomad swoops in. Minutes later the guy comes back so I occupy the guy. I’ve winged Nomad for 10 to 15 minutes, so I let the guy go. He immediately checks up on the girl. Mr. S says I should have pulled him in if I ran out of stuff to say. So I introduce Mr. S to the guy and we talk for another 20 minutes, until Nomad is done.

A five-minute make out is always good. She probably won’t remember me in the morning though. I wonder if I should have fucked her behind a dumpster while her friend went to get the car. I’m glad I winged Nomad at the college frat bar, that girl was hot. Pretty good results for a dead night.