Pap
Don Juan
She is right next to me now as I type this FR and although I should be studying for finals, I'm having more fun getting comfort-building as I am continually thinking about how Style does the same thing by inviting girls over and then just typing on the computer next to them to help contribute to 7 hours.
HB: Hey is this computer available? [sitting down at the computer
next to me]
Papa: Sure.
HB: Cool. Do you see a plug around here? [I spot a power plug outlet]
Could you plug this in for me? [she hands me her computer plug]
Papa: Ok. [plugging it in for her]
HB: [stares at me for 5-10 seconds and smiles]
Papa: You look like Britney!?!
HB: Britney who?
Papa: Britney Spears.
HB: Argh. I hate you. Why did you say that?
Papa: You have all the same features. I dunno...maybe you just have a
Britney mouth.
HB: Well, do you like Britney?
Papa: Yeah.
HB: Cool. Thank you.
She takes out here palm and starts writing in it. So I take out mine.
Papa: These rock!!! [I swizzle around the clie's cover]
HB: Oooooh. Cool. I like that. What does it do?
Papa: Here. I'll show you. I'm going to draw a pic of you.
HB: [puts on lip gloss while I sketch her on my notepad] What?!? are
you an artist?
Papa: Yes. I travel around the world drawing art.
HB: [looks at computer]
Papa: Hey. Look over here. You are ruining the pic. Ah. You do not
want to see it. [me putting down the clie]
HB: I want to see it. I want to see it.
Papa: Nah.
HB: Yes. Show me.
Papa: [shows crappy sketch]
HB: You are funny. Mmmmm. I have so much work to do.
Papa: I have an intuition about you.
HB: What's your intuition?
Papa: I can tell you things about you that even your best friends
don't know about you just by asking 3 questions.
HB: Oh yeah. [skeptical look]
Papa: Yeah. Animal crackers or lil gold fish snacks?
HB: Hey. I want to talk to you, but I got to .
Papa: [continuing]
HB: I want to talk to you later, I am really busy.
So I give her my clie and she gives me her cell and we keep typing
next to each other. She's next to me even as I type up this field
report and it's been 3 hours. Every now and then she'll talk to me or
ask me. She's talked to other guys around her and gotten the numbers
of 2 others nearby...she's also asked me advice about this guy,
saying... [to be continued]
...
So here the fr continues:
HB: I like that guy. [she points to him] What do you think?
Papa: He seems like a nice guy.
HB: I dunno. Maybe I should just keep him as a friend.
Papa: Well, he looks like a nice guy. I guess once you get to know
anybody they are cool.
HB: Yeah. I want him to ask me out.
Papa: He seems nice. Maybe he's just too insecure to say the right
thing and he's afraid of messing it up with you. He looks like a
nice guy though.
HB: I don't think he likes me.
Papa: I'm sure you'll figure it out. [back to typing and ignoring
HB].
About an hour later...
HB: Finals suck. Argh. You know, I work with lots of Asian people at
Luis Vutton.
Papa: Oh.
HB: So what are you doing here? You don't look like a LMU student?
Are you some kind of soosayer?
Papa: What's that???
HB: I mean you sounded like some kind of fortune teller about to
talk about my intuitions. Is that some kind of pattern you do?
Papa: Yeah. It's a pattern I do to lil LMU chicks that look like
Britney.
HB: Ha. Well what do you do?
Papa: Nothing. I'm a bum.
HB: No really. I mean, I am old too. I'm 24 and this is my fifth
year. Are you a grad student?
Papa: Yeah.
HB: Oh. I am an undergrad.
Papa: [looks at the girl's ID card on the table] WTF? That's not
you. [she looks the same, but has blonde hair]
HB: Yeah. I have blonde hair. [she is a brunette now]
Papa: Nahhh! It can't be. It looks like you lost 40 pounds.
HB: Really!!!! It looks like I lost 40 pounds.
Papa: Damn, girl! This can't be you. You look like a 6 on this ID
card, but I guess you gain 3 points because you work with Asians.
Here.
I show her how my last name written on a piece of paper vertically
means good luck and lots of money.
Papa: Yeah. And my parents used to put these lil red envelopes with
golden chinese symbols of this sign on it on clam chowder as that
was my favorite soup, and give it to me on birthdays and holidays.
HB: Cool...I saw these lil red and gold fish as good luck signs too.
Anyways, see that girl over there [she points], she has the
strangest voice and she scares me. She makes very funny sounds in
class like mghgsghgmmmmgrrrrmgr, and she scares me.
Papa: [smiles] You've got to put that girl in check.
I go back to typing on my computer and the HB gets approached by a
couple girls and guys that know her and talk about skiing and
vacations. They leave and an hour later, I'm still typing this field
report and reading posts and checking emails. Then, I start looking
into a ski trip I plan to take with Tyler.
Papa: I can't wait to go skiing in Whistler. You know, I haven't
gone skiing in such a long time. It'll be so much fun. [I am going
through an email about skiing from Tyler]
HB: Cool.
Papa: [going through an email about the Seattle workshop] I need to
find some fun places to go in Seattle too. This is so difficult to
find a place.
HB: How do you travel so much? Where do you get all this money???
Papa: I have a money tree.
HB: A money treee?
Papa: Yeah. I'd trade it for a really cool christmas tree, but it's
not big enough yet. Anyways, Seattle should be cool. Arggh. Are you
coming? It'll be so much fun.
HB: Are you paying?
Papa: Hell no. I don't know you.
HB: Do you think I am good looking? [whispering]
Papa: What?
HB: Do you think I look good? [whispering louder]
Papa: What?
HB: Do I look good?
Papa: Yeah. Are you asking if you like me?
HB: No. Do I look good? [brushing her hair] Are you gay?
Papa: No. That's my brother.
HB: Really?!? Your brother is gay?
Papa: Well, kinda. He's been dating the same girl for 15 years and
he's just kissed her.
HB: That's too long.
Papa: Yeah.
I go back to typing and finish my email and another hour passes. I'm
counting the hours as I realize that even though we are not spending
the entire time talking, all of this time contributes to the 7 hours
of comfort-building that is usually required to get a lay, and I've
already downed 4 hours.
HB: Mmmm. I am so hungry.
When I hear this, I immediately type "to be continued" in my field
report...as I know it's time to take a break and instant-date this
girl.
Papa: Yeah. I am sooooo in the mood for a smoothie.
HB: Yeah. Jamba Juice sounds good, but I am more hungry.
Papa: Cool. Then you can watch me drink my smoothie. Let's go.
We get up and walk outside together towards the Rick H Student
Plaza, where there is a Jamba Juice and a restaurant where the HB
can get some sushi. On the way there, we run into a guy friend of
hers.
HB: Hiiiiiiiiiii. [she straddles him with one leg and pretends to be
humping him] It's ok for me to do this because he's gay.
HerFriend: That's right.
HB: Oooo. Look at that dog...it's so cute. [she points out a dog the
size of 2 palms and kneels down to pet it] It's so good to see you,
HerFriend. [she looks at me] Hey, you don't have to wait for me.
Papa: Hey, kid. You are here to watch me drink my smoothie. I hate
drinking smoothies alone.
HerFriend: Yeah. There's nothing worst than eating smoothies alone.
HB: Ok. Let's go.
HerFriend: Nice meeting you. Bye.
So we continue to the smoothie place and the HB wants to share a
smoothie so I get 2 straws, and an extra cup. Then, we go to the
restaurant, where she orders a sub and I get sushi. Then, we sit
down and start talking about my plans for Project Hollywood, and she
talks about how she's been living in LA her whole life and her major
in communications. We share the sushi and the smoothies. She false
time constraints for 20 minutes as she says she is in a rush for
finals, but we stay another hour shooting the **** and having fun. I
joke around with her by doing a funny coin game with a penny,
nickel, and quarter...and get a random girl involved. We also talk
about plans to party together and how she wants a new job, and wants
to learn more about what I do.
Papa: I teach seminars on social dynamics and do workshops on image
consultation, like of the guy that I showed you. [I showed her pics
of a professor that I had a BEFORE and AFTER wearing a power suit].
HB: I don't quite understand what you do...I want to learn more.
Some random guy interrupts us for a second and it's the guy that she
said she liked and I shoot some of TD's BF destroyers about him and
mention that he was giving her a weird look to her that was creepy.
HB: When is your birthday?
Papa: October 25.
HB: Ah!!!! That explains it. YOU are a SCORPIO!!!
Papa: Oh.
HB: Yeah. That's why you are so social. You probably get a lot of
people that think you are weird in your culture because you are so
social. I am a scorpio too as I was born on November 1.
Papa: Yeah. I guess that explains a lot about you too, kid.
HB: Hey. Did you gloss your nails?
Papa: Yeah.
HB: OMG. Most men don't do that to their nails.
Papa: I am well groomed.
HB: Yes. It takes a special girl to notice that you gloss your
nails. You are funny.
We talk until we finish our food, and then we walk out of the
restaurant together as she heads to her finals and I head to mine.
This is the first time that I've been opened by a girl on my campus
and the first pickup on campus of a girl I like and I plan to
followup for sure on this one. We made plans to party soon.
HB: Hey is this computer available? [sitting down at the computer
next to me]
Papa: Sure.
HB: Cool. Do you see a plug around here? [I spot a power plug outlet]
Could you plug this in for me? [she hands me her computer plug]
Papa: Ok. [plugging it in for her]
HB: [stares at me for 5-10 seconds and smiles]
Papa: You look like Britney!?!
HB: Britney who?
Papa: Britney Spears.
HB: Argh. I hate you. Why did you say that?
Papa: You have all the same features. I dunno...maybe you just have a
Britney mouth.
HB: Well, do you like Britney?
Papa: Yeah.
HB: Cool. Thank you.
She takes out here palm and starts writing in it. So I take out mine.
Papa: These rock!!! [I swizzle around the clie's cover]
HB: Oooooh. Cool. I like that. What does it do?
Papa: Here. I'll show you. I'm going to draw a pic of you.
HB: [puts on lip gloss while I sketch her on my notepad] What?!? are
you an artist?
Papa: Yes. I travel around the world drawing art.
HB: [looks at computer]
Papa: Hey. Look over here. You are ruining the pic. Ah. You do not
want to see it. [me putting down the clie]
HB: I want to see it. I want to see it.
Papa: Nah.
HB: Yes. Show me.
Papa: [shows crappy sketch]
HB: You are funny. Mmmmm. I have so much work to do.
Papa: I have an intuition about you.
HB: What's your intuition?
Papa: I can tell you things about you that even your best friends
don't know about you just by asking 3 questions.
HB: Oh yeah. [skeptical look]
Papa: Yeah. Animal crackers or lil gold fish snacks?
HB: Hey. I want to talk to you, but I got to .
Papa: [continuing]
HB: I want to talk to you later, I am really busy.
So I give her my clie and she gives me her cell and we keep typing
next to each other. She's next to me even as I type up this field
report and it's been 3 hours. Every now and then she'll talk to me or
ask me. She's talked to other guys around her and gotten the numbers
of 2 others nearby...she's also asked me advice about this guy,
saying... [to be continued]
...
So here the fr continues:
HB: I like that guy. [she points to him] What do you think?
Papa: He seems like a nice guy.
HB: I dunno. Maybe I should just keep him as a friend.
Papa: Well, he looks like a nice guy. I guess once you get to know
anybody they are cool.
HB: Yeah. I want him to ask me out.
Papa: He seems nice. Maybe he's just too insecure to say the right
thing and he's afraid of messing it up with you. He looks like a
nice guy though.
HB: I don't think he likes me.
Papa: I'm sure you'll figure it out. [back to typing and ignoring
HB].
About an hour later...
HB: Finals suck. Argh. You know, I work with lots of Asian people at
Luis Vutton.
Papa: Oh.
HB: So what are you doing here? You don't look like a LMU student?
Are you some kind of soosayer?
Papa: What's that???
HB: I mean you sounded like some kind of fortune teller about to
talk about my intuitions. Is that some kind of pattern you do?
Papa: Yeah. It's a pattern I do to lil LMU chicks that look like
Britney.
HB: Ha. Well what do you do?
Papa: Nothing. I'm a bum.
HB: No really. I mean, I am old too. I'm 24 and this is my fifth
year. Are you a grad student?
Papa: Yeah.
HB: Oh. I am an undergrad.
Papa: [looks at the girl's ID card on the table] WTF? That's not
you. [she looks the same, but has blonde hair]
HB: Yeah. I have blonde hair. [she is a brunette now]
Papa: Nahhh! It can't be. It looks like you lost 40 pounds.
HB: Really!!!! It looks like I lost 40 pounds.
Papa: Damn, girl! This can't be you. You look like a 6 on this ID
card, but I guess you gain 3 points because you work with Asians.
Here.
I show her how my last name written on a piece of paper vertically
means good luck and lots of money.
Papa: Yeah. And my parents used to put these lil red envelopes with
golden chinese symbols of this sign on it on clam chowder as that
was my favorite soup, and give it to me on birthdays and holidays.
HB: Cool...I saw these lil red and gold fish as good luck signs too.
Anyways, see that girl over there [she points], she has the
strangest voice and she scares me. She makes very funny sounds in
class like mghgsghgmmmmgrrrrmgr, and she scares me.
Papa: [smiles] You've got to put that girl in check.
I go back to typing on my computer and the HB gets approached by a
couple girls and guys that know her and talk about skiing and
vacations. They leave and an hour later, I'm still typing this field
report and reading posts and checking emails. Then, I start looking
into a ski trip I plan to take with Tyler.
Papa: I can't wait to go skiing in Whistler. You know, I haven't
gone skiing in such a long time. It'll be so much fun. [I am going
through an email about skiing from Tyler]
HB: Cool.
Papa: [going through an email about the Seattle workshop] I need to
find some fun places to go in Seattle too. This is so difficult to
find a place.
HB: How do you travel so much? Where do you get all this money???
Papa: I have a money tree.
HB: A money treee?
Papa: Yeah. I'd trade it for a really cool christmas tree, but it's
not big enough yet. Anyways, Seattle should be cool. Arggh. Are you
coming? It'll be so much fun.
HB: Are you paying?
Papa: Hell no. I don't know you.
HB: Do you think I am good looking? [whispering]
Papa: What?
HB: Do you think I look good? [whispering louder]
Papa: What?
HB: Do I look good?
Papa: Yeah. Are you asking if you like me?
HB: No. Do I look good? [brushing her hair] Are you gay?
Papa: No. That's my brother.
HB: Really?!? Your brother is gay?
Papa: Well, kinda. He's been dating the same girl for 15 years and
he's just kissed her.
HB: That's too long.
Papa: Yeah.
I go back to typing and finish my email and another hour passes. I'm
counting the hours as I realize that even though we are not spending
the entire time talking, all of this time contributes to the 7 hours
of comfort-building that is usually required to get a lay, and I've
already downed 4 hours.
HB: Mmmm. I am so hungry.
When I hear this, I immediately type "to be continued" in my field
report...as I know it's time to take a break and instant-date this
girl.
Papa: Yeah. I am sooooo in the mood for a smoothie.
HB: Yeah. Jamba Juice sounds good, but I am more hungry.
Papa: Cool. Then you can watch me drink my smoothie. Let's go.
We get up and walk outside together towards the Rick H Student
Plaza, where there is a Jamba Juice and a restaurant where the HB
can get some sushi. On the way there, we run into a guy friend of
hers.
HB: Hiiiiiiiiiii. [she straddles him with one leg and pretends to be
humping him] It's ok for me to do this because he's gay.
HerFriend: That's right.
HB: Oooo. Look at that dog...it's so cute. [she points out a dog the
size of 2 palms and kneels down to pet it] It's so good to see you,
HerFriend. [she looks at me] Hey, you don't have to wait for me.
Papa: Hey, kid. You are here to watch me drink my smoothie. I hate
drinking smoothies alone.
HerFriend: Yeah. There's nothing worst than eating smoothies alone.
HB: Ok. Let's go.
HerFriend: Nice meeting you. Bye.
So we continue to the smoothie place and the HB wants to share a
smoothie so I get 2 straws, and an extra cup. Then, we go to the
restaurant, where she orders a sub and I get sushi. Then, we sit
down and start talking about my plans for Project Hollywood, and she
talks about how she's been living in LA her whole life and her major
in communications. We share the sushi and the smoothies. She false
time constraints for 20 minutes as she says she is in a rush for
finals, but we stay another hour shooting the **** and having fun. I
joke around with her by doing a funny coin game with a penny,
nickel, and quarter...and get a random girl involved. We also talk
about plans to party together and how she wants a new job, and wants
to learn more about what I do.
Papa: I teach seminars on social dynamics and do workshops on image
consultation, like of the guy that I showed you. [I showed her pics
of a professor that I had a BEFORE and AFTER wearing a power suit].
HB: I don't quite understand what you do...I want to learn more.
Some random guy interrupts us for a second and it's the guy that she
said she liked and I shoot some of TD's BF destroyers about him and
mention that he was giving her a weird look to her that was creepy.
HB: When is your birthday?
Papa: October 25.
HB: Ah!!!! That explains it. YOU are a SCORPIO!!!
Papa: Oh.
HB: Yeah. That's why you are so social. You probably get a lot of
people that think you are weird in your culture because you are so
social. I am a scorpio too as I was born on November 1.
Papa: Yeah. I guess that explains a lot about you too, kid.
HB: Hey. Did you gloss your nails?
Papa: Yeah.
HB: OMG. Most men don't do that to their nails.
Papa: I am well groomed.
HB: Yes. It takes a special girl to notice that you gloss your
nails. You are funny.
We talk until we finish our food, and then we walk out of the
restaurant together as she heads to her finals and I head to mine.
This is the first time that I've been opened by a girl on my campus
and the first pickup on campus of a girl I like and I plan to
followup for sure on this one. We made plans to party soon.
I was sitting in a computerlab next to this really cuuute girl and a friend of mine i was working on a project with came upto me. I was abit angry at some girl for not giving me some school**** she had promissed me for giving her alot of stuff.... Soo I was outing girls as bad *****es really outloud so she heard evertyhing and she was really laughing and making a point of finding me funny and started talking to me. We talked for several hours while doing our assignments. Didn't care to ask for her nr or anything and two days later I see her at our exams and she just looks at me while walking past, going almost backwards