G.O.t.D - Day Three - La Projecta San Francisca

For those who didn't figure it out...

That's the female version of El Projecto San Francisco (my home)

Perhaps I should explain further.

About a half an hour ago, I was returning from dinner with two housemates. Pasta Pomodoro. At the front door of our home, I was heavily in the middle of a speech about how one of my girls has suddenly become distant, and I'm so upset. When all of a sudden, this tall skinny blond comes walking down the sidewalk.

Split second! No time to think; Only act.

But no, there was a split second. One split second just long enough to think back... hmmm.... "is she the hottest girl today?" ... hmmm... Let's see....

>>>>

Today started out like yesterday. Another long day of work, couped up in the house. I looked out the window a few times and saw some cuties. I decided to pass. There would be hotter, I know.

Eventually, I had to leave the house - a quick walk down to Bank of America. Would there be cute girls? I didn't know, but this seemed like my best bet for the day.

I went in the bank and well, the teller was pretty cute. Just my type - another chubby asian girl. Not super hot by any means, but I liked her. But, I didn't flirt much since she was working. Just enough to put a smile on her face.

Walking out, there were still no hotties, so I decided to go to Walgreens. My favorite spot. I walked through the aisles, and well... oh, actually... hmm.... yeah, she's ok. She's definitely cute. Ok, that's a start. Let's do it.

Doh! She was walking up to the cashier right then. Bad timing, but no big deal. I just waited and caught her right as she was walking through the door.

"Hey, do you know where to get Ice Cream around here?"
(My default indirect day game opener. It usually works because I really love Ice Cream, and then I bust on them for not being Ice Cream Conniseurs. Robert1 has seen me execute this ... um.. well... he saw me tank with it. And this time was not much different)

"Uh, yeah. Right up the street."

1,2,3
Right? AoR graduates chant along with me. One - Two - Three.
One complete, now Two.

"Cause you look like you know ice cream."

Ouch. hmmm... where'd that come from? No laugh. Not even a smile. ugh... Come on Two... come on Daniel... do the Two.. Two, damn it!

"Uh... well, cause you like totally know all the ice cream spots around here."

?? That's not funny, Daniel! Damn it. No laugh. Ugh... well.... uh... ok...

"Um... ok. I'll check it out later."

"Bye"

She walked away. Not a great set, and quite frankly the girl wasn't anything dreamy or anything. Oh well. It counts! Fuck it. I tried. No one's gonna tell me I didn't try. Green check mark, here I come!

And, with that I walked home smiling.

But, only a couple hours passed until I was once again in the bay windows talking on my phone when another girl approached. Yes, she was hotter by far. Fuck! I've gotta go.

Chris H was on the other line: "Chris, I saw a hottie. I gotta go! No... Gotta go! Bye!"

I ran to my room and put on my flip flops and then ran down the stairs. By the time I got to the sidewalk she was a solid block away. Time for some excercise.

I ran like fuck to catch up, and slowed my pace a little as I neared so that I wouldn't startle her. When I arrived, she turned to look. I got her attention before saying anything. She stopped, and I stopped completely out of breath.

She looked at me with this look on her face like "Who the fuck...?"
"Who the fuck is this guy?" (in a good way. It was a mix of shock, disbelief, pure amusement, and curiousity.)

"Hey, you just walked by and I saw you and had to come running down here to catch up to you. You're cute."

Still, she just looked at me like "WTF?!"

I stopped talking and caught my breath. She was still staring at me in disbelief. "You ran?" She asked. "From where?"

"From the last street."

*pant pant*

"Anyway..."

Somehow I launched into conversation and she joined right along. It turned out she was from Pittsburgh, PA. She's here for three days for a conference. She's been cooped up in a hotel conference room the whole time and this is her first time to actually walk around and see the city. This girl had one-day-romance written all over her, but I had to work.

I walked with her to Washington Square Park, where I realized that flip flops and a t-shirt was not "outside clothing," and I got rather cold.

Literally, this girl was wandering aimlessly through SF. She was just yearning for a cool guy to tour with. But, really, I had to work... no time today. I had to say goodbye. We swapped numbers just in case she ever comes back. But, truthfully I'll never see her again.

So, I ran back home just as quickly. I returned to my work and felt happy that I had achieved my goal for the day.

So, who was this girl anyway. She had a sweet ass, perfectly framed in her light blue jeans. She had a caramel complexion - cuban perhaps? Mexican? Brazillian? No accent. Long ruffley hair. A great smile.

She was hot...

but was she the hottest...

And more importantly...

Was she as hot as....

>>>>>>>

"Hey, Wait!" I yell out as I step in front of the tall skinny blond walking in front of me and my house on this fine evening. I block her path.

"Stop for a second." I stop her in her tracks and she looks at me expectantly. "I just thought you were so cute that I had to stop you. What's your name?"

We exchange names.

"So you're my neighbor?!" I ask.

"Oh, you live here?" She says to me.

"Here? No! We're breaking in. We're theives! Can't you see their beanies?" (I point to my two roomates who are walking into the apartment with beanies on and looking back at me with sly grins.)

She laughs.

"Of course we live here! All that is ours up there" (I point to the second floor.)

"Wow, cool. Are you in a band?"

"Wha?? Why do you say that?"

"Well, 'cause why else would you have a big place like that?"

"Well, actually it's something completely different. We wanted to start a house that was a new culture, and the house we wanted to live in. One guy lived in a frat during college, I lived in a co-op. Other guys had other experiences and we wanted something that was a social place for people to get together, but wasn't a disorganized college mess."

We started into this thread of somewhat deeper rapport. I really explained to her what Project San Francisco was all about and what it means to me.

And, then it occurs to me. This girl HAS to come inside.

"Well, hey. You can come up for a minute and take a look."

"Uh..." she says as she backs away a little.

"Oh god, you're creeped out. Never mind. ...
... but hey, you should see it. We've got a fireplace and a pool table and a bar. It's one of a kind."

I continued on like this for a minute or two, "Oh man, you're still like: 'I'm not going up there'" I call out the elephant. "It's awesome you really have to see it. Just for a minute because I've got work to do."

"C'mon!"

"Let's go."

Finally, after much prodding, she agrees.

We begin walking up the stairs and she stops to say "I can't stay long."

Without missing a beat: "I didn't INVITE you for long!"

That set her straight :)

We walk up and of course as soon as she sees the inside she just says "Wow!"

And of course, I bust on her for not believing me. Relentless, I am.

I walk to the front room and put my phone away. I go back and join her: "OK. I'll give you the tour. But, that's it. I really have to work."

I give her the house tour, including the inside of my messy bedroom.
"My room's a mess"

"Well, it smells clean." She says. :) gGrls are so cute.


When she gets under the bright flourescents of the kitchen I'm a little shocked to see her real appearance. But, well, yeah she's still cute. As cute as the other girl? hmmm... maybe. Just about. Close enough.

At this point, she asks if we ever have parties. And, I invite her to our next party. She gets excited and says she will invite her roomates "Three girls. And they're all single too!" She says.

Holy Fuck! I tell her that they must be our sister house. La Projecta San Francisca. (oh, you see how it makes sense now, dontchya)

She agrees wholeheartedly. It's on. I like this girl (in a fun way) I'm excited about the potential here and have no desire to push this. 4 single girls is better than one. Even if they are just our sister house a few blocks away. We can party there, they can party here. It could be a lot of fun. So, I leave it at that and start to kick her out. I give her a big hug, and then another big hug.

She busts on me for the hugs (call's me "So Berkeley") I don't care. She liked it.

I walk her to the door and tell her that we're all gonna hang out and she's super excited too. Fantastic. I can't wait to meet the other three :)

So, the sidewalk in front of the house was fertile ground today. Blessings onto me.

25 more days of this? I'm gonna need god on my side.