2004-01-07 - 11:46 p.m.
So Dirty Rob and I go to the Roost Tuesday night, play some pool, sing a song or two, and meet some girls. We're just sitting there, and Dorty Rob says, "I'll be right back" and precedes to go over and order a beer right next to one, and starts a conversation. Well, I was a bit shocked. And then I figured, what the hell, so I went over and got a drink next to the other one. I don't know what Rob and his were talking about, but we were talking about porn and sex and religion and exercise and shit. It was cool. Turns out Rob was hitting on the short brunette married one, and I was chatting with the tall blonde single one. I'm not sure if Rob knows she is married, but it wouldn't matter anyway. We kept talking for awhile outside too. Now the point of this story is not what happened next, because nothing did, but to illustrate to myself that I actually had some game, and I'm still alive to prove it. Now you ask yourself, "did he get a number or something?" No, I didn't ask. I might've been able to get alot from her, but I'm a nice guy and that's not what I do, immediately at least. We'll see if they really come back next Tuesday though. I don't really care, but it might be fun.
I've been trying to think of a good reason to call and talk to my favorite since Sunday. Yes that damn social phonophobia rears it's ugly head. Today, she calls while I'm at work to tell me that the guy at the visitors center she visited knows the singer for the Yuppie Pricks. She thought I'd get a kick out of the story, and I did. I love random shit like that, and it was nice to hear her voice. Damn that sounds wussylike. Fuck it. I'll be a big bald wuss, who soon may be able to pull some aikido out on your ass.
Moving is going to suck. I'd really like a cool new roommate, but some of the places in the neighborhood are actually a good deal. I thought about seeing if greatsmile's lease might be up soon, and if she might be a roomie, but I don't think that'd be a good idea. She's a little wierd right now and called me "sweetie" on the phone again. That just makes me feel a little uncomfortable. So if anyone reading this lives in the Austin area and needs a roomie by march 14, let me know. Although you may know way too much about me...
