So, in my modest town, abandoned by my own kind (18-24ish) where meeting a girl my age is like finding an oasis in the desert, I went to visit my friend in the student housing downtown (for the local community college). I'm foolin around on his guitar, and we're getting ready to walk somewhere when I notice that there's a new crop of student interns for the local lab, LANL (the only thing worth a mention here). It's dark, and I can't make out faces (or even genders really), but I clearly see the guitar - so I walk up and play the intro to "Dueling Banjos". There's a pause, and one of the guys tells the other dude with the guitar "Dude - he's challenging you." Everybody laughs. I introduce myself, fluff talk for a few minutes and I notice my target - HB9.5- I swear that girl is who I picture when I think "my type". I don't pay her any special attention, not yet anyway. Her friend HB8 asks me if I went to "LANL Highschool" - ha! The labs own this town, and everybody knows it - this gives me a laugh, and I call me friend over "Hey, Drew, they want to know if we go to LANL High School" and he gets a hearty laugh. Survey of the situation: there's a group of 10 people, 8 of which are guys, 2 of which are HB's, and all of which are laughing at every other thing I say. So far so good. My friend asks where everybody's from - my target replies "Boston". My face lights up, and I ask her "Have you ever seen Dropkick Murpys? They're from Boston" She says "Nooo, I haven't!" I act disappointed (and I was, damnit! 
). Then we both look up and, in unison, mention "Flogging Molly". Good. Maybe she's not so bad. She warns me that the mosh pits are rowdy - I assure her that I've been to several flogging molly concerts, and they're not the worst I've been through. She asks my age, we're the same age. I ask her who's she's met her age in the month she's been her - she looks a little embarassed and says "Just you". Well, I represent this place then, eh? Alright. I can do that.
The conversation then moved to what people in our town do for fun - we mention the friday night concerts, and the mountains and canyons. She says her and her friend like hiking, but dont know where all the good spots are. Well, Drew and I do . We've got hot springs, cliff diving spots, fishing, camping, beautiful overlooks - we'll show you around.
Well, they were off to the bar, and we were off to our spot, so it was time to part ways. I got out my cellphone, and told her "Here, give me your phone number, you need a local to show you where the fun is around here."
Meanwhile, my friend is getting her friend's number. Perfect.
I wish I had a camera... this girl was hot. You'll have to take my word for it.
). Then we both look up and, in unison, mention "Flogging Molly". Good. Maybe she's not so bad. She warns me that the mosh pits are rowdy - I assure her that I've been to several flogging molly concerts, and they're not the worst I've been through. She asks my age, we're the same age. I ask her who's she's met her age in the month she's been her - she looks a little embarassed and says "Just you". Well, I represent this place then, eh? Alright. I can do that. The conversation then moved to what people in our town do for fun - we mention the friday night concerts, and the mountains and canyons. She says her and her friend like hiking, but dont know where all the good spots are. Well, Drew and I do
. We've got hot springs, cliff diving spots, fishing, camping, beautiful overlooks - we'll show you around.Well, they were off to the bar, and we were off to our spot, so it was time to part ways. I got out my cellphone, and told her "Here, give me your phone number, you need a local to show you where the fun is around here."
Meanwhile, my friend is getting her friend's number. Perfect.
I wish I had a camera... this girl was hot. You'll have to take my word for it.