Wow, so it has been an interesting half week with me and the ladies of the bay area.
Saturday- I was feeling tired and was just going to have a quiet evening in, but around midnight, I broke down and said, "**** it, lets see whats happening downtown". went to the bar/club, and met this girl and hit the dance floor for an hour. she had two friends that were prob a 6.0 and a 5.0 on the First Off hotness scale, whom I also danced/hung out with. at the end of the night, I asked the chick I was into for her number and she admitted she'd go for me if she didn't already have a bf. poop. her 2 single friends asked me for my number though, so it wasn't all bad.
Monday - while fixing my bike in a parking lot, I look up to find this really hot chick from my gym (an 8.0) viewing my handy work. she's one of those chicks that flaunts her shiit for all the guys to see and then acts oblivious: you know, short shorts, little cleavage action, always wears bright colors, etc. we've locked eyes many times but exchanged few words. My guess is that shes about 20-21ish... anywho, I see her lookin at me, and then horror of horrors, I see that shes pushin' a MF stroller! FVCK! granted there was no kid in the stroller at the time (she was putting it in the trunk of her car), and she was with another broad about the same age, but still. odds are it's hers. poop.
Tuesday - I finally summoned the balls to talk to the other 20-something hot chick (8.5) at my gym a few weeks ago and she seems really cool. We continued our friendly chit-chat on cinco de mayo that evening, and I was just on the verge of saying, "hey if you are not doing anything tonight you should come hang with me and my co-workers at this bar nearby" - but held back because I'm a pusssy. poop.
later that evening, at the bar, met two OK college chicks (6 and a 6.5) and got their numbers. woot. however I got fvcked up due to too much tequila intake and ended up losing my credit card. poop.
Wednesday evening I decide to be a creepy stalker, and look up the 8.5 chick from my gym on google to see if anything interesting pops up. third hit was a myspace page. Lindsay, 23, status - MARRIED! Giant, stinky, big waste of time poop.
Married at 23? kids at 20? wtf is wrong with hot chicks? they need to stop doing stupid shiit and get with me already.
Thursday... big stanford party with supposedly free drinks and no work on Friday. will see what happens.