So I'm sitting here at 3:30AM typing instead of sleeping. Last Saturday I took a big step toward joinging the DJ Brotherhood by landing a hot little HB8.5 at a wedding reception. A little CF, attention mixed with ignoring her, even had her bringing me drinks from the bar. Lots of guys hitting on her but I closed for some heavy macking in my room. Yes!! The DJ Bible is the path to salvation for the AFC!
Called Monday night and talked maybe five minutes to set up a date for this Saturday. So why am I not sleeping the sleep of the (not so) innocent? I can't stop worrying about the date. What if she doesn't really like me? What if she cancels? Every frikin AFC insecurity is flying through my head. Sh!t!!
It comes down to this: I don't feel like I'm the prize. Right now, it seems like I was just lucky to get as far as I did and it will all fall apart.
Alright, I know the solution to this: spin more plates. (Thanks Rollo) Problem is, it's hard to find plates worth spinning. I like my plates petit, smart, and strong-willed and there happens to be an acute shortage of petite plates in the Washington, DC metro area. If I would settle for the fat-assed women so common around here I could probably score like a master DJ. It just jacks my jaw that I'm working hard to be in shape and live an interesting life to have to settle for a bunch of bon-bon eating cows. (Whoa! Do I sense some buried anger?)
I guess what I'm leading to with all of this keyboard diarhea is that I'm finding it hard to carry through the DJ principles beyond the pickup. This girl is the first I've landed on the strength of my game which makes her seem special. I need to let go of the idea that she's the ONE and just enjoy the process. Win or lose, I've gotten farther than I ever would have in my AFC days.
Medic
Called Monday night and talked maybe five minutes to set up a date for this Saturday. So why am I not sleeping the sleep of the (not so) innocent? I can't stop worrying about the date. What if she doesn't really like me? What if she cancels? Every frikin AFC insecurity is flying through my head. Sh!t!!
It comes down to this: I don't feel like I'm the prize. Right now, it seems like I was just lucky to get as far as I did and it will all fall apart.
Alright, I know the solution to this: spin more plates. (Thanks Rollo) Problem is, it's hard to find plates worth spinning. I like my plates petit, smart, and strong-willed and there happens to be an acute shortage of petite plates in the Washington, DC metro area. If I would settle for the fat-assed women so common around here I could probably score like a master DJ. It just jacks my jaw that I'm working hard to be in shape and live an interesting life to have to settle for a bunch of bon-bon eating cows. (Whoa! Do I sense some buried anger?)
I guess what I'm leading to with all of this keyboard diarhea is that I'm finding it hard to carry through the DJ principles beyond the pickup. This girl is the first I've landed on the strength of my game which makes her seem special. I need to let go of the idea that she's the ONE and just enjoy the process. Win or lose, I've gotten farther than I ever would have in my AFC days.
Medic