Last Night...

I'm awash in a sea of pussy, and I want a life boat.

Last night my bud Jimmy, whose girl is in Ibiza of all places, decides to take me out. We go to a nice warm up bar and then head over to G' Lounge, which is the most expensive loitering spot I've ever seen. 'People' pay 20 dollars just to stand here. We knew people so we got in for 10, and the drinks weren't horribly over priced (a well drink, like a Tom Collins, costs 10) and the talent was pretty fetching. So on any other night I could see why a man would pay such an extraordinary amount of money to stand next to loud speakers: women. But this wasn't any ordinary night for me. This was a night where you couldn't really have any fun because your mind was elsewhere.

Back up a bit, tonight I got three interesting messages. One from an old flame who mentioned that its been 5 years since we've seen each other. Imagine that. Inevitably you know where this is heading: after a 15 minutes of chit chat we decided to lock it down: she'll be spending a weekend here sometime in the relative future. Second interesting message came from a woman I barely know. It was in the form of a mms. It was her naked body on my blackberry. Woohoo? And the other interesting message was from The Girl. She said she just got my message from 8 hrs ago b/c she was in her studio and she knows Jimmy so we had a bit of a three way text convo. Turns out she's coming down (possibly) in the middle of March. Now you can see why the other girls get a nonplussed reaction. As happy as I am to be able to see her, I'm caught a bit off guard that she picked now, talking essentially to Jimmy, to bring up that she's coming. But then again, why not? Its a good way to diffuse things.

I'm awash in a sea of pussy and I want a life boat.

I have this problem with picking up women. Sometimes I can be too good at it and it gets me in trouble. I'm essentially throwing women down this big void inside me at the moment hoping that one can stem the tide. I need a damn, I need a dike (hopefully you get the pun). For Valentine's day I had 7 dates in 7 days and well, 2 surprise visits which you technically can't call dates. No, I didn't fuck them all, and no this isn't some type of bragging thing. I'm just picking up girls because I think she's picking up men. I'm incappable of leaving the opposite sex alone because I don't want to be alone. Now these girls were of good quality, but nothing stands up to the hyper-idealized picture of The Girl. Now do they?

Last night I pulled a classic move. We were walking away from the bar after we bought our drinks and I notice this girl wearing a colorful dress. Women, sadly, don't wear much color anymore in the evening. In the club it was all black or shiny silver. So as we walk past her friends I stop. "I'm sorry but I must interrupt for a second, my dear, that is a bitchin' dress you're wearing. And you wear it well. I felt like it needed to be said. I hope that you all have a lovely evening." And then I walk away. You see, you have to lay a foundation with some women. I don't have a bank account the size of center city and I don't have muscles on top of muscles so you have to be inventive. What I did here was give her validation for her outfit choice, made her and her friends blush, gave them a story for the cab ride, and, most importantly, around 1 o'clock, an in for a conversation. It worked. Got her digits.

But see, thats the problem. I didn't really want them. I didn't want to see Elise's tits on my phone tonight either. I just want my life to either move forward with The Girl, or to move on. But I can't. I'm in suspended animation right now. This woman, this beautiful woman. Has me. and no bitchin' dress in the world is going to change that. Yet.