school, dates, and "1"

So... Today started out poorly. The alarm had some sort of malfunction, or I turned it off in a sleep induced stupor... whichever the case, I woke up to sam knocking on my door and saying, "aren't you going to school Lane?" I said "what time is it?" She said, "12." I said "fuck," rolled over, and went back to sleep. Woke up at 1. Made some money, went to my mother's to visit Prince, and now, here I sit, writing this blog... Oh, and I checked the mail today, and the items I got from full tilt poker had arrived. Yay for free shit! :) Lane has a date tonight. Hip Hip hooray! She is picking me up, and we are going to a jazz game. I'm Pretty sad that I need a fucking haircut... but we're going to have to work with what we've got. she gets out of school at 7, and the game starts at 8:30. Wish me luck bitches :)

On that note, let's talk about girls, me, and the like. The plan from here on out, is to date. Lots of dating. I tend to meet a lot of girls when I go out. at least a few phone numbers each time, sometimes shitloads of phone numbers. What do I do after that? Nothing... fucking nothing. I don't call them, i don't woo them, I get caught up in my complacency. I've met a lot of interesting girls recently, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why I haven't called them... I like to pawn it off on shyness, but perhaps it's self-sabotage. So. the game plan. weekends, meet girls. weekdays, woo them. and go on dates and the like. I have a couple girls in my chinese class that I have my eye on too. One in particular, she just got back from teaching english in china. She's super hot, and I dig her style. I started the first steps of the whole process, and I'm going to make it happen. I'm sick of my timidity preventing me from doing things, and I think I'm getting close to the point that I'm ready to burst out of my coccoon, and become the social butterfly that's been forming inside for years. Easier said than done I suppose... but already I've noticed a change in myself. in the however many years I went to school at the u, I basically met nobody. made no friends to speak of... because I was shy as shit. First day of school I already made friends, introduced myself and the like. Got two phone numbers (from guys, but still a big step for me). As I type, I'm patting myself on the back.

I'm also putting the word out, that I am all about getting set up on blind dates. If you know a cute, single girl... put in good words about me, and send her my way. Janessa is hooking me up with a friend of hers from her flight attendant days. As readers of my blog, it is your duty to do the same ;)

sigh... a short time ago, I met... we'll call her code name "1" She is a friend of a friend. This girl intimidates the shit out of me. She's going to the U to get her masters in mathematics (where she has a 4.0), she was her high school valedictorian, and she is unbelievably beautiful, funny, and stylish. She was a cheerleader in high school... and um yeah... needless to say, I'm a big fan. Well, I hung out with her once, For about 10 hours. There was alcohol, cock blockery, and tons of fun involved. We bonded well, and got along famously. Thanks to my amigo tequila, I was social as shit, and good fun to be around... Furthermore, a couple of her friends were paying me a lot of attention, so the fact that she had to compete for my time helped I think. On the other hand, there were lots of guys swooning over her. (fuck, I hate social dynamics). However, If I want to be, I am very good at defusing such situations. There was this little short shit that was perhaps the littlest biggest cock block in the world, and if I wasn't a peaceful man, I'd have handled him. disrespectful, dumb, just a total douchebag. Well, the night ends with me bitten by the love bug... sigh... but, i think that she was totally into me. All i have to do is make it happen. Have I? No. somebody slap some sense into me. Sam... Next time you see me, slap me. Say get in touch with "1" and see to it that I do exactly that.