Well, she more or less blew me off (didn't pray hard enough, Joe!). I was rather dejected this past weekend. Then, last night, my friend Nicole suggest I go with her and her boyfriend to one of the karaoke shows at this bar called Marita's Cantina in Bryn Mawr. I asked if there would be hot chicks there, and they said yeah. So, I figure, what the hell? First, it would get my mind off that lying whore who shall remain nameless (*cough*Melanie*cough*), and second, as this place is rather removed from my regular haunts, I figured I could flirt with impunity. If I got rejected, what the fuck would I care? It's not like I'd see anyone there on a regular basis. So I went, and had a good time. Lots of hotties there. Didn't flirt as much, as bad habits like shyness are hard to break over night, but I did talk a little bit with this cute little Asian girl. I didn't talk with her enough to feel confident in asking for her number, but as she left, she gently brushed my arm with her hand and said, "I hope to see you again" which a took as a good sign. It might have just been her being polite, but that kinda thinking won't lead to getting chicks. It gave me a little bit of hope, which, quite frankly, is something I've needed for a long time now. I feel just a little bit of confidence, and that ain't a bad thing.
Besides, I sang "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" for the first time and managed to hit all the high notes. Hell yeah!
