Sunday, November 15, 2009

North Caronlina, Charlotte part 2, A Girl at Safeway.

The other day, I made a post on my other blog about how I wanted to have kids and be a post-punk parent like some of the people I know, because it seems really fun. An 18-year-old girl from North Carolina offered to role play the scenario that I described. The thing is, my tongue was firmly planted in my cheek. She sounds like she's actually kind of serious. Also, I have no idea who she is. Also, I'm wondering if this means she has kids. Also, I'm wondering if she wants to have my kids. Also, she sounds nice, and I might think about it if there weren't about a thousand reasons why it's a really bad idea.

A few months ago, I hung out with a woman named Charlotte at a couple of shows. Yesterday, one of my very most favorite musicians and a personal hero, James Kochalka was at an art show opening of his in the city. I was going to go with my brother, but he bailed at the last minute. I hate going all the way to San Francisco to an event where I don't know anyone. I called a couple of friends to see if they wanted to go, and they both had other plans. Then I said to myself, 'Why not?' and called Charlotte. She said she didn't have plans and would be down, except the Kochalka show happened kind of early, and she was having a band practice and she wasn't sure if she could make it. She told me she'd call me after practice and we'd figure it out.

She didn't call. I'm not too beat up about it, because I still got to meet James Kochalka,and seriously, that's such a huge thing for me.

I also saw a cute girl at Safeway the other day when I was getting soymilk. Can I just be xenophobic for a moment and say I have no idea how to connect with foreign women who I like? I mean, it's not like I introduce myself to a lot of domestic girls or anything, but there's an overbearing stereotype that foreign exchange students and the like are either laid back about sexuality, or are enthusiastic and responsive toward fun, funny guys. This stereotype is surely an oversimplification at best, and I'm sure any attempt to apply it to my own life would end in tears. Yet I think a lot of foreign exchange students are looking to meet domestic people, just to get the full experience. Still, foreign or domestic, I have no reason to introduce myself to a cute girl at Safeway. Finding an excuse to talk to cute girls is definitely the trickiest part of the whole ordeal. In conclusion: Same shit, different country of origin.

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