Friday, crash a party with some amazing food by this gorgeous 5'9" woman. Also meet this 6'1" Italian woman who's looking for some people to hang out with so we exchange info. Man, wish I were taller, wish I were a baller. Oh well.
Saturday, hit up a party and play with a killer camera and take all these pics. Round 11, meet up with this girl Yvey as well as her friend Pyro. Then at 2AM, meet up with my buddy WM who's hung up on a girlie. Tell him that the girlie'll either call or not but either way, it resolves itself. He asks how I'm sure.
Me: After a while, you start seeing patterns. OK, you see that blond? I'm going to say hello and she'll dance with me. Then she's going to ask me to buy her a drink and I won't. Then she'll find some other guy to buy her a drink, dance with him and try and make me jealous. When we leave, we're going to talk one more time.
(one hour later)Me: Like I said. Patterns.
Him: Get her number?Me: Why? I already know how the story ends.
Sunday had a date with French girl that started and ended there. Also saw a friend and just wept - but it was cause we got ourselves into a laughing fit and couldn't stop. I think we laughed for five minutes straight.
Speaking of weeping, made yet another woman cry, but for different reasons:
Her: You're a nice young man to call. (sniffles) It means a lot to me that you called.
Me: (laughing) I'm not that nice nor young. (quiet) I'm sorry it took so long for me to call. Life gets in the way, y'know? Mike...he's very missed. Very.
Her: I... (cries)
I like to mix it up. Do something good every once in a while.
It helps me forget people 'n things.