On Thursday last week, I had planned to meet a few potential wingwomen.These promising ladies may be useful later on in my 2010 quest for finding a New Year’s date, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself…
One was latina, who could out curve me, not needing the assist.However, the other two were Asian, and they most likely will view “ Since I chose a place downtown, I figured, why not multitask?I had a coupon for a store that was about to expire and needed to run to the bookstore.Hopped on the train and headed downtown with plenty of time to spare.First stop, Victoria’s Secret for my free pair of underwear.
Under normal dating circumstances this would probably not be a store I would head to.
And not that I thought the night would lead to needing a change of panties, but if it did, I was now prepared.
Forewent the pink striped bag and just shoved the tissue wrapped garment in my purse. Scurried over to the self-help section and there was one copy left of the book I was looking for. Headed to the counter, paid, and nixed the bag there too.
Shoved the book into my purse and headed to the lounge. Now had ample time to reorganized purse so that my wallet was on top of self-help book and bikini briefs. About ten minutes after that, another showed up (Who knows the reason, but she did text to say she’d be late). Miss Independent is originally from the Philippines but has been in LA since she was a child.
Would really love to avoid making an ars of myself on the first meet by pulling out an ATM card with a side of underwear. And the Latina, after saying she’d be there, never showed (standard LA flakage). Mid-thirties, likes to grab a beer on occasion, and has no problem going and chatting it up with a guy at a bar.
Shop Girl is originally from southern California, but is of Taiwanese decent. In her early thirties, thinks window-shopping is a form of exercise, and aspires to be a housewife.