Los Angeles update #1
LA is fantastic. Surfette is as cool as expected, and as much fun to spend time with. And as sexy. Instant connection.
Don't know if anything will come of this lunatic trip. Spent two days on Venice Beach so far and am now in Brentwood.
Surfette took me to a party last night and I noticed something interesting. Talking to anyone other than Surfette was easy. Talking to her was a little more stilted. I think I know why that was, too - I cared about the outcome, worrying seconds after I said things that maybe I'd said the wrong thing. With everyone else, I leaned back, relaxed, and had my way with them. Until a certain tipping point moment last night when I noticed that effect and started treating Surfette like I treated her friends, all of whom gave me a thumbs up, and many of whom wanted to know if we were dating. "No, he's just in for the weekend." That doesn't tell much of the story - we were getting along famously before the parties and the bars, and I just got all self conscious when surrounded by her friends.
I was wondering what it was that I am attracted to about her and I couldn't put my finger on it. She's pretty, but this is LA where a 10 only gets a 9. I realized what it was - it wasn't her looks at all, not her fine ass, beautiful smile, or eyes, all of which were killer but not LA-10. It was her personality. Which has made me think about quite a number of things, in particular the fact that perhaps my "type" is based on who someone is rather than what they're wrapped in. You still must be this tall to ride this ride though.
July 4 and I spoke just now and she told me that I should have fun, get debauched, but please practice safe sex. This from a girl who texts me 5 times a day and left me three messages in two days. Interesting data point.
There is so much more including two beach days, cribbage, "do you want to sleep on the couch or the bed" and large numbers of times I found myself speaking, worrying about what I'd said, and then not worrying.
This is, I'm pretty sure, a fools errand, what with the country between us and the general MO of things, but it's a fascinating adventure.
Comments
I find it funny that with all the positive points you've got going for yourself (well-educated, affluent, etc.) that you get self-conscious when you're talking to girls. Especially one you've already slept with -- she's given you her tentative seal of approval. At this stage, you should only worry about saying really really really bad stuff, like calling her mom a whore or making one too many racist jokes. You're past the point now where one wrong word from you will fuck things up with her... enjoy the wiggle room, kick back and just let it flow. Cause when it comes down to it, if she doesn't dig what you have to say when you're being yourself, it probably isn't meant to be in the first place.
Thus ends the longest blog comment of all time.
Posted by: Rob | July 22, 2007 1:23 PM