A Conversation
Me: "So she was just standing there at the bar after her band got done playing. I was so in love with her while she was playing. It was unstoppable"
Friend:"why didn't you run any game on her?"
Me: "This is not a girl that you could "run game on". And stop talking like we're 19. She's in a fucking band! She's in a cool band at that! How and whom does she date? She has sex with random people that fulfill her fantasies. She doesn't randomly screw half-drunk short stumpy little dudes who fawn over her playing the bass in a dive club."
Friend:"Whatever...last night you ran game at the bar."
Me: "I "ran game" (while gesturing quote marks) on a waitress at a bar, not a girl in a band. A band that releases 33's at that."
~Pause~
Me: "And I don't have any game. I have coincidental happenings with people. I either piss people off or make them uncomfortable to the point where I become memorable. And since I stay at one bar practically all night, it just so happens that we get to interact with each other, by simply being there. We aren't that far removed from wildlife. You put two people in a confined space for too long, odds are you'll eventually have sex."
Friend: "But you did run game. It's the same thing you always do. You don't think you are trying but I know you are...because you always have that stupid smile when you do it."
Me: "What? Piss a girl off, make her role her eyes, ignore her, then apologize like a sweety and throw around some obscure piece of knowledge that I have unconsciously assumed we have in common."
Friend: "Yeah that's about right. Wait...what? Whatever man...you should have talked to that girl."
Me: "We aren't of the same breed you and me, her and me too for that matter."
~PAUSE~
Me: "I know when to punch my own weight. If I had been sober. I mean totally sober and had something to say that was actually truthful and (while gesturing quote marks) "not game" I would have. And the only thing I could think of that would fit that mold would be, 'Hey you dropped your wallet' or 'Your hair is on fire'. When you respect someone from a far and then want to speak to them it becomes more difficult. I mean I could have, and now thinking about it, probably would have, if totally sober remind you, talked to her. If nothing more then to tell her that I thought she was awesome."
~PAUSE~
Me: "Wait, no...that's creepy. Nope I wouldn't say anything. People are brought together by chance not by forced situations. It's taking advantage of that chance that makes things cool. Not trying to create chance. That's not cool."
~PAUSE~
Me:"We're not the same breed you and me. You sport fuck. I can't do that anymore. I want to absolutely fall in love again. I want to be moved."
Friend:"I thought that's what she did."
Me:"With what? Her bass......"
~PAUSE~
Friend:"You're fucking weird sometimes dude."
Me:"Remind me to write this down later."
Friend:"Why?"
Me:"Because I want to remember it."
