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Seriously, nice job, Brain.
I was at a party, a friends 21st. It was fun. I was talking to people who I really like, we had some good convo’s going, friends bands were playing, ones that I actually like. I was having fun. Then this girl, who I’ve only meet once before, but we talked for ages and had a good connection and I was kicking myself I didn’t get her number. This girl, she wanders over to me. Now she is cute, very cute. And cool. And I cannot remember her name for the life of me.
This was how our conversation went.
Girl: Hi. Campbell, right?
My Brain: Oh shit it’s this girl. I mean, awesome she’s talking to me. AWESOME!!! Wow, she’s cute. Fuck what’s her name. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Me: Yeah hey, what’s going on?
My Brain: Oh you stupid piece of shit you missed the opening to ask her name now it’s too late. Also, ‘what’s going on?’ What are you some drooling bromanic? And, shit wait, this is my fault.
Girl: ‘Something drowned out by noise’
My Brain: What? Ears, I didn’t catch that. Just nod and agree? No, you shouldn’t, just ask her to repeat it…oh dammit I suck.
Me(Nods and agrees):
Girl: How about you?
My Brain: Damn she’s cute. I still can’t believe she’s talking to me. She’s the lead singer of one of the bands too, damn she’s so cool. She is cute. Say something. Something witty!!
My Brain: Oh I have to actually give you stuff? I do all the work! What’s her name? Shit. Look, try again later. Look vague and wander off, ask someone her name and talk to her again later.
Me(vaguely pats her on the shoulder as I move past and mutter something vaguely about how I have to talk to that guy who just walked in).
I didn’t ask someone her name. I didn’t talk to her again. The next time I see her, she’s not going remember me. She won’t want to talk to me if she does. Good work. A cute girl actually remembers you and initiates a conversation with you and you fuck it right up. Amazing. This was worse than that time that hot girl told you that you looked like you were sweet, and in your beer addled state you told her it was becuase you were made of sugar and thought it was the best line ever, all the way up till when you woke up in you uncles loft the next morning with a massive hangover and saying ‘you fucking moron’ to yourself.
I still can’t remember this girls name.
And that’s my Saturday Story.
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