After work I was half thinking I would pull over just to pick up girls I spotted. See, I didn’t have an excuse ready for myself, because I usually relied on the stop at the dispensary and a smoke as the time to casually pick up women, and I had just bought an ounce of the good stuff.
But I had plenty excuses not to pull over when I saw the biggest ass on a hot white girl I’ve ever seen. For one, my coworkers might see me. At least them seeing me lighting up after work would be normal. I got afraid of them seeing me as a pickup artist. Oh well, I might as well own the persona. I’m a cad, I have my fun, other people’s thoughts and feelings don’t concern me either way.
But also when I almost pulled over I almost pulled over in front of an oncoming truck. Well, actually, I need to give myself some more credit. I tried to pull over and did pull in front of a truck. I pussied out and breaked real quick though, and all the excuses flooded my mind. I drove on, admiring her ass in the mirror, although the best view was gone because I stopped wearing my glasses.
It occurred to me later that I could've gotten out to cash my check at the local ATM. But still, I would've had to chase down the girl at that point.
I didn't end up trying to pick up any more chicks on my commute; I was really excited to get home and smoke the good stuff. It’s ok. I got high and walked to the bank to cash my check. I was freaking out about my check, in a good way, I was high and laughing at myself, because here I was thinking I was gonna make more money like an idiot. And so I turned to apologize to this older woman in my mumbly fashion and she smiled and said hi. So I’d say that counts as an approach. +1
Then I realized I took their pen and so I walked back in and the lady smiled at me again. I threw it against the wall and it landed perfectly. I was having a good high.
Then I went to a couple stores and sort of walked in and didn’t buy anything and then on my way out I saw this cute chick. Turn and keep walking and sit down at a bench, lo and behold she’s still walking past me. I think she followed me. I used the line, you know what, I’m tired of writing for 2 fucking hours. Latina chick Centre +1
this would be good to put I. The tourney. This isn’t diary time.
Oh god then I saw the hottest fucking figure in an outfit I fucking loved in a top of my signature fucking color it looked so fucking good on her and I could have used that to make a bold compliment right in front of her dad and brother.
My eyes are holding me back because I couldn’t tell if it was a really hot milf or the sister. I mean, she had the 20 y/o hot ass that I’m so fucking into right now, so I should’ve known. The thing is I can’t discern faces that far away in the dim light. So either get glasses, contacts, or 20/20 vision. My myopia and my eyes were also glancing more nervously than I would like at her Dad more than I would like. Then I was thinking, should I even glance at her Dad at all? Probably a nearly impossible pull unless I felt really really confident or rich.
Next time I WOULD JUST FUCKING TRY.