Girl crazy.

Jun 23, 2001
Whoa, have I been letting these journal entries slip! Bad Evan! So much has happened, whoa.

Karyn was off with her new boy lately, and Adriana was entertaining her ex-bf, so the iron triangle was reduced to a monopod for the past bunch of days. And boy did I have fun!

I got a call from a woman that I met at the Ritz about a week ago. One of his friends sweet talked his way into this woman's pants and her house, and has been there ever since. He got verbally abusive, conned her into getting a key to her place, and claimed posession of her. He was homeless and had been living at the Salvation Army. I had met the slezeball that night, and when he introduced himself he expressed to me the mission of the night: to get laid. She wanted to know if I knew him. I told her what I knew.

I recommended that she call the police, buy pepper spray, and move. Thats exactly what she is going to do. Scary, really scary. She has a four year old child too. She told me that he said to her everything a girl wanted to hear - how beautiful she was, etc. He is a predator.

This supports my theory that bars are lousy places to meet quality people. In this case, it's even a bad place to score quality action. Watch out girls.

So that was pretty freaky.

That night I was chit chatting with different internet peeps when I discover that this cutie Natasha lives right across the road from me! It blew my mind. So we met in between us at the convenient store across the street and gabbed for a while.

Of course I stayed up far too late that night and was dead beat exhausted the next morning when I got a knock on the door. I grumbled something uncomprehensible as I trodded down the stairs. I answered the door in my bathrobe with my head still full of cobwebs. Before me stood Natasha in a 2-piece bathing suit. Boy did THAT set a nice mood for the day! She invited me to go swimming in the non-ghetto pool across the street at her complex with her and her boyfriend Daniel.

Contuniung a long tradition of men not denying cute girls in bathing suits, I accepted her invitation and fetched a pair of tacky red trunks from the closet. I followed her back to her place where we met up with Daniel. We chit chatted for a bit, then attempted to go swimming first at Zilker (it was closed), then at Twin Falls (it was dried up). We ended up getting wet in her apartment's pool. Eight feet in the deep end, aww yeah baby. Not the measley four and a half feet my apartment has. No sir.

I went home feeling SOOOOOO good. I decided then that I was going to swim every chance I got. Soo good. I took a little nap, then diddled off on the internet for a while. Natasha came on and we talked for about an hour. We were both hungry, so I invited her out to a dinner date at Romeo's. We got all snazzed up, went, ate, came back, gabbed some more, and that was that.

We chatted till the wee hours of the morning, chewing through some excellent conversations. The next day went swimming in her pool, did minimal sunbathing, went back, I played with her digital camera, and we talked on her balcony as the sun set. It was a wonerful day.

I was still dressed up, so I decided to hit the mean streets of downtown Austin. And that meant: The Ritz! I dropped my seventy-five cents in a pool table in the corner. The locals seemed pretty friendly, and just plain pretty. Pat and Andrea, respectfully. I then proceeded to play some of the best pool of my life, winning all of 7 games against an excellent opponent. That day was ALSO a wonderful day.

Today I slept in and hibernated most of the day. I felt like such a wasteoid, frittering away the day on the computer without anything to show for it. I decided to go grab some food and hit downtown. I went to the Flamingo Cantina to meet up with Kesha, the guy she is dating, and a bunch of her friends. I didn't recognize her at first, so I rung her cell phone. When I saw her go for it I moved in.

We hit it right off. We blew through a couple of very bad mixed drinks (the bar tender at Flamingo Cantina is lousy), then a couple of beers. We drank and talked and talked and drank. The band played reggae and the vibe was mellow. It was raining out and everybody got wet. The rain blew into the seating and dance floor while we shook our groove thang like nobody's biznis. The music was good, the women were beautiful, and good will filled the air like the smoke from the guitarist's hand-rolled cigarette.

...another magical night.

Epilogue: I return home to this excellent email.