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December 3rd, 2006 RachelIf you’re drunk enough not to notice that even the sushi chef is laughing quietly at your startlingly profane pickup attempts (however ridiculously hilarious to each person surrounding you)…I don’t think she’s coming home with you. Select tidbits (we’ll call him Doogie):
“I’ve been kicked off Myspace three times…I was doing various *cough* experiments.”
“What’s your name again?” (x4)
“I want a blackberry. All the chicks I know are getting blackberries.”
“That first Matrix was all Descartes ‘I think before I am’. I saw the second one - I only liked the dancing scene.”
But that’s not even the worst part. After glancing over at the spectacle of Doogie, random girl and Doogie’s wingman, listening to him philosophize on day jobs vs. dreams, The Saddle Ranch (”all you can drink mimosas!!“) and seeing him pose for “thug” themed photos for her Treo…
The only thing scarier is that I’m not 100% sure she was in on the joke. I can only cross my fingers that tomorrow she’s laughing with a bunch of girls at those photos.
Rather than picking up the phone.
