28 Jan 04 The Art of the Tortured Infant….

I Bar was fun. I am home safely and a little bit buzzed. Not much, but just a little bit. Now I never go out to clubs to meet women. Never in my life has my agenda to go out and “pick up on some chicks”. But tonight was a bit different, although initially I wasn't set out to meet anyone. However tonight a cute little chick caught my eye that I just couldn't let go unless I said “Hi”. She was cute, she could dance, and I noticed her giving me a couple of glances or two. Stage one activated. Actually I managed to talk to the little lady and she seemed cool enough to warrant the next dreaded question. “Can I call you sometime?” Luckily I was met with a yes, to which I told her that we should hang out outside of the club arena, to which she agreed. I'm shocked. I never try and pick up on females because I'm too shy and I always think that they think that I am a big dork. Which of course I am, but how should they be able to tell under the guise of colored lights and strobes. So phone numbers were exchanged, and egos were boosted. Man I love women.

Now time for sleep, or maybe a movie. It's late, or is it early? Hmmmm.

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