(Update Nov. 7 – At Holy Joe’s suggestion, I’m going to leave this unedited. But kids, don’t drink and blog.)

This post is completely…well, mostly, unrelated to my project. I just want to make a note of it for historical record to compare both the event and my reaction to it to future events and my reaction. So here’s what happened:

I met my friends at a bar in the next neighborhood. We just ate, drank and chatted. They don’t know about my project. We had a good time. Two of them had flights the next morning so me and the other dude, my closer friend of the bunch, went next door for another drink.

Another drink turned into a few. And at some point, this girl, maybe 24-26 years old, pulled up next to me (on my left) and said, “Can I hang out with you guys?” I said “hi” and my friend was like, “Sure, how’s it going?” She’s like “Good, but my friend had to leave”. And then, well, I don’t really remember what we/she said. It happened a while ago and I’m a bit drunk.

Anyway, we chatted for a long time and, oh yeah, somehow we got talking about yoga and for some reason she unzipped her sweater to show off her cleavage and tank top. Obviously that part would stand out.

(Note: Jimmy Fallon is on and he’s interviewing “Boone” from LOST. Says he is in the final season but can’t say anything about it. Huh. He died. So that’s a teaser for sure. The time thing worked and we’ll be either before the plane crash or if the plane crash didn’t happen.)

ANYWAY…yeah, this girl told me her name and I promptly forgot it. As you can tell, I wasn’t too interested. But between the displaying her breasts, brushing against my leg, and talking to us for SO LONG. (Man, could she TALK, blah blah blah.) I felt like I could have made something happen. At first I was like, what the hell, it could be fun. She’s cute and has nice breasts. But then again, I just wasn’t that interested. At one point I went to the bathroom and as I was getting up she was like, “are you going to smoke?” I was like, “no, bathroom”. She didn’t seem desperate, I don’t mean to portray her as such. We had a nice conversation. She talked on and on about her travels and was funny and engaging. My friend wasn’t interested either. But he had just ran a bunch of miles preparing for a marathon. I am still sticky from not showering for 2 days but that could have been easily remedied. I’ll be completely honest here: I was both attracted and not. I probably could have enjoyed getting physical, but I didn’t WANT it. I thought I would. Maybe I’m wrong and think too highly of myself?

Whatever…this was fun, and a bit of an ego boost to have some random bar girl come hang out with us. It was fun just to hang with my buddies and drink. I did notice on the other side of the bar there was an older woman, in cool black stylish clothing, paying attention to us. She was older but I was digging her. She looked over several times. She was with her husband I think. But she was nice. She looked like…

(Ok, they are playing DJ Hero on Jimmy Fallon. That looks fun.)

I’m gonna wrap this up. I probably could have made something happen, but I didn’t. It turns out I’m not desperate. Also, I’m following rule #1 (and #2).

(Holy shit…Jimmy Fallon ended and Niel Strauss, the author of this whole series of missions (Rules of the Game) is on Last Call with Carson Daly. This is just weird. I have never seen this dude on TV before and he’s on TV after this, while I’m writing this. WTF!? Seriously. So he’s talking a little bit about the game…but now about Rolling Stone. I’m not showering because of this dude I happen to be watching on TV at 1:43 am. This is a trip. I never watch this show. I’ve never read Neil’s stuff. But he’s my professor.

Ok, where was I? So yeah, the older woman at the bar made eye contact with me. Probably because I was making eye contact with her. She was classy. And this young girl was chatting our ears off. My friend was ready to go to sleep and we left. We said our goodbyes. I’m going to post this and clean it up tomorrow.

But seriously, Neil Strauss on TV as I’m writing this?!