G.O.t.D - Day Two - Little Italy

So Day One was rough.

Today, I just stayed home all day.

I looked out the window a bunch of times and saw a bunch of cute girls. None were supper hotties, and I knew that I could find another girl equally as hot if I had to.

But definitely some were cute. A couple of girls looked possibly under-aged. hmm... check the rule book. Still, I passed. I was working and didn't want to be bothered. Oh, this crazy challenge. I decided to just go out at some point for one walk down the street and hit on a girl and go home.

Time kept passing until now (about 9:30PM) And, I knew I had to get this over with.

I walked to Walgreens (I've seen some real hotties there before - occasional strippers getting off work from the Broadway joints) Nothing at Walgreens. I kept walking. Oh, this sucks. I didn't want to do it. I had nothing. I had no energy. I didn't feel good at all and wanted to go home and rest.

Whatever. Gotta do it. A goal's no good if it's easy.

Ok, I pass by the Italian restaurant on the corner of Vallejo. There she is. Fuckin' beautiful. Great body. Blond hair. Nice skin. Tall. Yummmy. I walk past and see menus in her hand. She is the matridee at the restaurant and in the middle of seating some people.

I hover and wait. When she goes back inside, I know what I have to do.

I walk in the front door, cold as fuck. No warm up sets. No talking, just meetings and emails all day long. Not the mood for flirting.

She gets excited that I've come into her restaurant. So I stop her quickly "I'm not here to eat." I say. "And I know you're working."

"I came in because I walked by and saw you and thought you were really cute."

She smiles but looks a little creeped out. My energy's off, not feeling it.

I keep going. "Well, I have this rule that I have to talk to the cutest girl I see all day, and you're it."

Still kinda akward. "Congratulations, you're the winner!" She smiles.

"And I'm a winner too! Yeah!" She laughs! Yes, broke the ice.

At this moment, I look at her, staring into her eyes and I realize "Oh shit, I do this all the time. She's just another cute girl. This isn't hard." The realization pulls me out of my head and into a genuine interaction with her.

Big lesson learned here - let's see if I can articulate. Somehow it hit me on a deeper level that I am a guy who dates hot girls like this. When I walked up to the girl, I felt like I was doing something impossible, like I was going after a beautiful prize. Once I got out of my head, I realized that talking to cute girls like this is what I do.

Hitting on girls when I'm warmed up or at least in a social mindset is so much easier than when I'm thinking about work, life, girlfriend breakups, etc... and not wanting to talk with anyone. But, in all cases, it's still just me.

So, the girl smiled. I stole one of her dinner mints and told her that I live nearby and would probably see her again. (at first she seem thrilled by the idea, perhaps scared I'd be a stalker). But, then I just said "That's it from me." And walked out with a goodbye. She lit up.

It was like the whole time she's thinking "Who is this guy? Is he gonna get creepy?"

And, then when I walked off smiling, she lit up. As if she realized "Oh, he's just a cool guy who talks to girls. Wow, fuckin' cool."

All in all, a great set. And a hot girl.

While I walked the two blocks back home, I knew that she was easily the hottest. Hands down beautiful. Day Two would be a success after all.

Of course, I got home and told Lance "Did it!"

He said "You hit on a girl at WAL-GREENS?"

I said "No, a chick working at Italian Restaurant."

"Oh, you took the easy out."

"She was fuckin' hot."

"Well, yeah. I believe that."


Ok, whatever dude! Easy shmeezy!