The story that I don't get picked up in bars can no longer be true. I can no longer say that men do not approach me in clubs and bars.....I think my luck is finally changing in that area and I'm happy about that because I was beginning to feel like a reject. Its not that I want to get hit on by the trolls that frequent many of these establishments, its just that a girl can use a little ego boost every once in awhile to know she's "still got it."
Since the day that I have announced that I will dedicate my "dating" life for the better good of woman kind by writing down my experiences, I have had a string of good luck with meeting men. Oh sure a lot of them have not panned out into anything, but the point is, I'm getting feedback by just altering a few things.
Remember that saying, "A smile can speak a thousand words," or is it "A smile can speak volumes..." Not sure - but anyway, normally when a gentleman (I use that term loosely) looks at me, I shy away and look the other way like he's got the plague. Since the day I committed myself to this book, I've learned that a small, shy smile is just enough incentive for a lot of men. How fucking easy is that? A few times in recent weeks, particularly this past weekend, I used said smile and sure enough, the results were wonderful. Had I not smiled my smile, Dr. Leiberman would be so proud, I wouldn't have met a really nice, handsome, funny, gentleman (yes I can use this term about him) on Saturday night.
I spoke about him the other day and I was a little wary because again, he lives far. However, he called me and we wound up on the phone for three hours. Three friggin hours - GOOD LORD, I haven't done that since I was in high school. And we spoke again last night for well over an hour - time just flies when your having fun I guess. He's awesome though and I hope I get the opportunity to see him again in person.....so I can jump on his fucking head! HA!!
At lunch today the smile worked, but I was at work and was completely caught off guard. So much so that I had to stop what I was doing at leave the lunchroom. I mean this guy was good looking, made eye contact and then wouldn't stop the eye contact. I was laughing so hard I couldn't speak. Then he mouthed something to me and I lost it - I couldn't take it anymore and I had to leave. It was so emabrassing. It was cute, but embarassing. I need to grow a set and get on it right?
On another note, Johnny Damon was just signed as a New York Yankees. I should have written about this before because I knew, the SECOND it was mentioned that he might become a Yankee (about a month or so ago), I just knew it was going to happen. I know that other teams were interested, and apparently Johnny is supposed to be a Big Boston Boy, but everyone - I don't care who the hell you are - everyone wants to be a Yankee. Is it the pay? Is it the ego that comes with the pinstripes? Not sure and I don't care what it is, everyone, given the opportunity and the right price will come over to the pinstripe side. AND I dont' care if you are Mets, Angels, Boston, Cardinals, or Cubs fan, at some point in time you all lose a player to the Yankees. Its a fact of life. I don't know how I feel about him coming to the Yankees because I was a Bernie fan, but he's getting old and Johnny is only 31. Let's see if he produces because if he doesn't, there will be hell to pay.