Instant Karma

Wednesday night was just another night at the café. I was working in my designs. In the seat in front of me, there was this girl who is OK. You know, about 5’3” and about 120 lbs. Looked in her mid to late 20’s. White. When I came in, our eyes met and then she turned away. Since the place was almost full, the only seat available was right behind her.

I took the table and noticed the outlet where her computer was plugged, was right at my feet. I though that would give me a great opportunity to talk to her. Specially since her AC adaptor was very large and was obstructing both outlets. She had a Mac computer.

So I waited about 30 minutes. Then I took my AC adaptor and said in her direction:

“Excuse me?”

No answer from her. I though she didn’t hear me because she was wearing her headphones.

“Hey?” I said, but this time lauder. Still no answer.

“Hey?” I said again. “Hola?” I said, but she didn’t answer either.

So I tapped her shoulder and she turned around. My original plan was to ask her if it was OK if I disconnected her AC adaptor and plug it back in the bottom one since hers was occupying both, sneak one of my A material lines, and wait to see how she reacted.

So she turned around. Looked at me, smiled, shook her head “no” and turned back to her computer without giving me time to say anything.

That really pissed me off. She probably though I was trying to “hit on her” or something. Well, she was right, I was trying to hit on her, but still, that’s no way to act when a stranger taps your shoulder and wants your attention. What if instead of me, it had been one of those guys who have low self confidence? She would had probably devastated the little will those guys have to talk to pretty girls they don’t know.

So I unplugged her AC adapter and plugged mine in. I noticed her screen went dimmer, and then brighter when I plugged it back in. But she didn’t even turn to me to see what had happened.

So I sat back and decided to give her a taste of her own remedy. Sooner or later she had to leave and she was going to have that AC adapter unplugged and as long as I was sitting there, she was going to need my help.

Waited patiently until 10 at night. I noticed she was getting ready to leave. That’s when I sat closer to the table and opened my legs, you know, to make it more difficult for her if she went under my table and unplugged the AC adapter herself. I saw her packing her stuff, then she turned around and said if I could get her AC adapter. Suddenly this bitch was acting nice and expected me to be nice too. I looked at her, smiled, and went back to my computer. Ignoring her.

She got up and went under my table. I was with my legs wide open and with my right foot I was stepping on the AC adapter’s cable and at the same time blocking the way to the adapter. So if she wanted to get it, she would have to move my foot no matter what.

That of course made things even more difficult for her, and extended the time she spent under my table, with my balls and “the general” close to her face or at least closer to what she wanted them to be. In the mean while I was just kind of smiling and thinking of what a jerk I can be. I also though that if someone had looked at us from the right angle, they would think she was giving me a blow job. And that thought made me smile.

So, she finally moved my foot and unplugged the AC adapter and when she got up said angrily “Thank you though”.

I ignored her and just kept on half smiling to myself.

She packed the rest of her stuff and headed to the door. Before leaving, she turned and gave me a really dirty look.

I guess the lesson here is to never be mean to strangers…specially if you’re a pretty girl. Who knows, maybe you will end up in a position where you’ll look like you’re giving that guy a blow job, like this girl did.

It's Good To Get Older

Saturday I went to the beach with CH. Got there, but didn’t get into the water, just walked. You know, among the shops and pretty much just looking at girls go by and maybe talk to them if it was possible. In other words, we were “fishing”.

Bought a vanilla ice cream cone and ate it. Somehow we started talking about girls. Which is highly unusual because I normally don’t talk about this with CH. We mostly talk about soccer and video games. I know him since we were 13 and consider him one of my “brothers”.

He said for some reason he noted younger girls started talking to him. I remember he was with me in the gym’s pool when the incident with the 14 year old girl happened. After everything had happened he commented he was surprised she was 14 and not 18 too.

For some reason congratulated me for getting her number. (when in reality it was the girl who insisted me on memorizing it) I told him I wasn’t going to call her because I didn’t want to get in trouble with the law or anything. And I never did.

But back to the beach

He said he met a girl from Jalisco at a party; she kept looking at him through out the night. It all began when he overheard her say she wanted to learn how to dance like him (he is a good dancer). He just walked to her and asked her if she wanted to dance.

To make a long story short, the girl turned out to be 18 years old (and he is my age, no wait, I think he a year older) and they were supposed to go out on a date Sunday afternoon.

After that I told him all about the Sandra incident. Everything, including the boyfriend-almost-caching-me-with-her scene. He laughed…hard.

After we both stopped laughing, we agreed girls like older guys even when they are losers like us. Then we wondered about the future, about how things would be much better once we turn 30 or 35 and girls 20-25 will be after us.

He had this experience with an 18 year old, and Sandra was 19 when things happened between us. Plus, the “Sandra Incident” was not alone. I just remembered about the “Taco Place Owner’s Daughter” incident too (if you don‘t know of what I‘m talking about, just read my older posts and you‘ll find the story).

I saw her a few weeks ago and OMG…she is turning into a woman. I remember some years ago, when we first started going for lunch at that place, I would see her with a “Dora The Explorer” backpack and stuff like that. Now she wears “woman’s jeans” and make up. And she is not ugly ;-)

Not so long ago, when I was 21-22, one night I though to myself if I didn’t get a girlfriend and married her before I was 30, things would be WAY harder afterwards. How wrong I was.

Today I’m 25, and after all the “experience” I’ve gotten, I can’t wait for my 30’s. Girls in their 20’s would think I’m “mature and sophisticated” when in reality I would still be the same “childish wetback” I have always been.

It’s true I haven’t been in a “real” relationship in years, but on the other hand, who needs a “meaningful relationship” when you’re having this much fun? Right now I’m writing in a café and for about 1 ½ hours, I’ve been making eye contact with two girls.

One is kind of just in front of me. And the other is to my left. Both have curly hair, the one in front of me has light brown hair and the other dark brown. I find the one to my left more attractive because she has more of a “womanly” body. With the right curves at the right places ;-). I’ll have to wait and see what happens, maybe something will happen and I’ll be able to talk to one of them. I have a “special strategy” for this kind of situations ;-)

Oh, and just about 5 minutes ago I met a girl outside the restroom. She is not really my type, but I just did it to “test” some of my new material…and it worked wonders. Turns out the girl is from Texas and is here to study graphic design. I could have ask for her information, and I’m sure she would had given it to me. But I didn’t want to…you know, this was only a “test” for my new material.