Day 110/360: Supermarket, then Solo

Sorry for the lack of updates! I have a backlog of entries that I haven’t published because I wanted to post them chronologically after I fixed all the grammar and stuff. I’ll try to go through it soon, but I’m going to give up on the chronological posting. Yes I’m alive.

I drop off the Ex at the airport. So long!

Dylan and I go to Costco and return crap we shouldn’t have bought in the first place. It’s nice being able to return our stuff whenever we want. Here are some others. I buy a beard groomer to experiment with facial hair at Gabriel’s suggestion.

I go home and take a much needed nap.

Drew calls me. I pick up the Drew and the remaining tourists and we go for Bossa Nova. I’m surprise myself — all I want is a salad. It is delicious.

We go to Ralph’s. I see a redhead run into the store. I follow her. Horse girl, smart tests. She fails my smart test and calls herself stupid. I tell her, “I like girls who are smart, hot, and rich. What’s your best quality?” She says it’s that she has two jobs. We talk about her jobs as I find out more about her. I notice that when I take a step toward her, she steps back. So I mirror her non-compliance and step back and away from her instead, and she gets in my face. I ask if she likes tea, and she tells me she likes black and white tea, something I’ve never heard of before. She says they sell it in the store next door. I go for her number and say we can have black and white tea sometime. In retrospect I should have went for black and white tea with her instead of letting her go. I ask if she texts, she says she doesn’t have a cell at the moment so she gives me her home number instead.

I take the guys home. We practice guitar a little. I now have the beginnings of a callus on my right thumb.

I go solo.

As I walk down a street I see two girls holding hands. I ask if they know where I can get cotton candy. They say no and stop. I forget the contingencies. One girl says she likes my jacket, that it’s hot. I thank her and we part ways.

I see the House 2 guys. We chat a little as they wait to cross the street.

I see two girls crossing the street perpendicular to the guys. I ditch them and follow the girls into the bar. I say hi to the bouncer as he’s checking the girls’ IDs. I tell him to watch one of them, that she’s a troublemaker. I go in with the girls. They sit at the end of the bar and I walk and explore the rest of the bar. After hesitating a few minutes, I reopen them with, “What kind of trouble are you causing tonight?” We chat about plans, how everything is deserted. I ask if they are in the same sorority, they laugh and say they are. I ask who’s hazing who, and they say nobody’s hazing nobody. I’m asking a lot of questions so I cold read. I guess that the tall girl is not a teacher. The short girl says her sister’s a teacher. I tell her I would have guessed that she was a teacher, she had that kind of vibe. Conversation is platonic and I lack the balls to use attraction material. The girls start talking to each other because of my shitty positioning. I believe I have been blown out so I touch them to say good-bye. They instantly light up and want more attention from me, but at this point I was out of steam and out of practice, so I leave despite what they want.

I walk up and down Cahuenga, not approaching anything. Approach anxiety is a bitch.

I see P. Diddy hounded by photographers. He looks disoriented as he’s walking back and forth. His SUV arrives and he shoves his bodyguard aside to get into the front passenger seat and they take off.

I see the promoter getting into a cab with two girls. I say hi and bye.

One of the promoter’s friends says hi to me, though I didn’t recognize him. The girl he’s with says hi as well. I hug the girl. She says she likes my hair, I thank her. We part ways.

I haven’t gone solo in a while. Must brush up on solo game, especially since my solo game results have been better than going out with others. It’s refreshing to go solo, actually. I go where I want, I don’t need to think about where my wings are or where they want to go.