Place--NY Metro, Boston T, North Station
Time--00:30
3 Approached
3 Hooked
2 #Closed
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Here's the deal:
I find an apartment by a sleaze-bag broker, but whatever. I go back to Boston to see my parents and get their guarantor signatures. This is why all of a sudden I am in Boston.
Tuesday, we get the lease and it is fifteen pages of legal bullshit. I read it and there are several problems. I call up Mr. Sleaze-Bag and he tells me not to worry about it - to just sign it. No! Click! Phone off and Wednesday I am off to New York again to find a new place.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Monday, on the way to Boston...
I grab an early metro train to the Manhattan Chinatown. Two seats away is a hooded cutie with her hair brushed over her face. A movie plays in my mind:
"You're hiding your face." I would say as I sit next to her. I would brush her hair from her face.
"You're stunning." Fluff.
But around me are twenty other people who all seem to be watching me fidgeting in my seat, watching my eyes flicking back and forth toward this girl.
Her stop does not come for the most anxious thirty minutes of my life.
I transfer trains and beside me sits a cougar. Ugh, but the AA has built momentum. I exit the subway a stop early and yell as I come above ground. I bruise my fists against trees, fences, and bricks. People regard me with caution.
As I walk toward Chinatown, I ask maybe eight people for directions. I feel better, though my knuckles still throb.
I buy my Fung Wah bus ticket and start running around China looking for stuff to eat. One lady sells me "vegetarian" dumplings. Since when are shrimp vegetables? I try to eat it, but I can't.
I get on the bus. I hadn't slept so that I could make the early bus, so I fall asleep instantly and wake up in Boston. On the T to South Station, I ask a cute little Chinese girl for directions. She turns out to be 21 and we're going the same way. She is not so pretty, but I give her sex eyes and kino which throws her into gooey, melting fits of giggles - she has probably had zero romantic attention from guys, so I am glad that I am making her day. She also keeps saying these ridiculous things in Chinese, for example, "That, that, that, that..." which is the Chinese high school girly-girl version of "Uh"...and she keeps saying, "You are so that thingie something thing!" which I guess translates as, "You are cool"?
I arrive at North Station and run away from my groupie. When I come out of the bathroom, I see this girl standing in the station dancing around a bit while reading. "I like your dance. What do you call that one?"
Her name is Samantha, she is 17. I tell her things like, "So, what are we going to name our pet llama?" and she gives me the DDBL. (Thanks to Psychotic_Rave on the mPUAForum chat.)
We chat for nearly thirty minutes until my train arrives. The girl seems very mature - she decided to home school (instant 2 points on the hotness scale) and she talks about cool stuff, so I number close her. I wish after talking with her for ten minutes, I had taken her hand and pulled her out of the train station for an impromptu make out session - hey, it's not sex.
I end up calling her on the way back to New York on Wednesday. I tell her we'll hang out when I return to Boston sometime. I'd love to have an MA girlfriend, and for this girl, I wouldn't mind waiting until she is 18.
On the train, I see a cute red head and sit behind her. I completely AA and decide to give up until a lightning bolt hits me. I wave my hand at her because she's wearing headphones. "How long to my stop, red head?"
"Uhh, let me see." Very quickly, I ask if I can sit next to her. I tell her that her and I would never work out. I say that Massachusetts is so beautiful and that I would love to take a helicopter over the forests sometime. That would be expensive though, so I tell her we would split the costs and fly around together. Our helicopter's name is Bob. Number close.
I arrive home. I try to sarge my cat (Did you see those two girls fighting outside?), but he rejects my kino and runs away. Can't win them all.
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