Last night I was determined to meet a man who I hadn't corresponded with on the internet. I shaved, put on a cute dress, did my hair and makeup, grabbed my brother and his girlfriend as wingmen, and went to a show at Neumos. I spotted two attractive men in my age range standing together who I guessed were not gay, and I closed in.
The one closest to me took the bait and we started talking- okay, screaming in each others ears to hear over the music. He's a professional kiteboarder and works at Microsoft. Hmmm, attractive, has an interesting hobby, and makes money? Sold.
I ditched my wingmen and got a drink with my new friends after the show. Numbers exchanged. Even if nothing more happens, I am satisfied. Sometimes all I need is a man to show interest in me, touch my shoulder, and buy me a drink. Goal met.
The one closest to me took the bait and we started talking- okay, screaming in each others ears to hear over the music. He's a professional kiteboarder and works at Microsoft. Hmmm, attractive, has an interesting hobby, and makes money? Sold.
I ditched my wingmen and got a drink with my new friends after the show. Numbers exchanged. Even if nothing more happens, I am satisfied. Sometimes all I need is a man to show interest in me, touch my shoulder, and buy me a drink. Goal met.
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