The Glade 4.0

I'd take a riot shield to the face with a 200 pound man behind it to get to bag that chick at the beginning holding up the camera. The girl he pushed down also appeared fairly hot.

This week there have been riots in downtown San Francisco stemming from a massive anti-war protest. Yesterday near the hotel, there were masked "black blocs" stopping traffic, smashing windows, pulling people from cars and fighting, people running over the rioters with cars and bikes, cops shooting tear gas, the whole bit. What better opportunity to run some game? I took a break and waded into the riot for some action.

I met some nice girls from "Boobs not Bombs," got a few pics with them, and threw a bottle at the police. Okay, I dropped a plastic bottle kind of near where the police were.
Not really though.

I don 't really give a flying **** about the war, pro or con, but I sure love to pick up girls and I love mayhem; this was so much fun that I can't begin to describe it. At one point somebody grabbed my shoulder from behind and yelled, "HEY ! NO SUITS IN THE MARCH ! " I whirled to strike him, knucks out, but it was just some guy I know from El Rio. Good times. I heard it was only going to get worse as the week progresses, so tomorrow I'm going to wake up bright and early, throw on my "Oakland Cannabis Buyers' Cooperative" T-shirt ("Compassion") and take the bus downtown for more fun. "**** the war. Hey, let 's go get some shots of wheatgrass and some bee pollen ! " My intention is to get pictures of me with girls, with cops beating people in the background.

I arrive late in the morning, and the cops have already arrested a lot of people, so there 's just peaceful hippies walking down the sidewalk, no anarchy. The big **** is probably gonna go down at rush hour, like last night when they shut down the Bay Bridge. But **** that, I've got a date with some chick at 7.

I'm walking along with my roommate Alexandra in the march, and we're pissed because it's lame and pussy. I have brought along a bullhorn and I keep shouting, "SHUT 'EM DOWN ! SHUT ' EM SHUT ' EM DOWN! " The bullhorn also plays songs, so I keep blasting the "Marine Corps Song" and "The Star Spangled Banner. " The whole thing is really peaceful and douche-like. We cross the street, and when I look back Alexandra is gone. She's carrying a giant African drum and I can't find her, she 's disappeared. As I look around, I notice a small girl in a conservative business suit with glasses walking amidst the protesters. She looks cute, I think.

To my surprise, she approaches me. "Uh excuse me," she says, "Do you know where Folsom St. is?"
"Yeah, what, you don't know where Folsom is? OH MY GOD."
Laughing at her.
She replies, "No, I'm not from around here."
I smile. "Okay, where are you going?"

She has to get over to some hotel on Folsom. I agree to show her where it is and we start across the street. Now, this hotel is about four city blocks away, so I know I'll have like seven minutes with this girl, perfect for a well-run pickup. I launch into it:
"So, you're staying at this hotel, are you?"
She says, "No, I'm just here for a conference."
I'm clued in to all the conferences taking place in the city, so I go,
"Oh, the dermatology conference."
She brightens up a little and says, "Yes!"
I say, "Cool, so what are the latest advancements in dermatology? I mean, is Botox right for me?"

She looks puzzled for a second, and says, "Botox! What, do you have bad wrinkles? You're too young for Botox!" She giggles. I take off my sunglasses, look her in the eyes, and project SEX at her. "I don't know, have a look." She says I look fine. "Awesome. So you're, like, a doctor?"
"No, I'm in marketing," she replies.
"Oh, Jesus. Marketing. I can see that. You marketing chicks are crazy. Every time I go up to the marketing department, it's all dark and dim, and you guys are always drinking out of some mystery mug which I suspect may contain an alcoholic beverage of some sort."
She laughs and says, "Wow, you're really hard to read!"

She starts asking me questions: my name, what I do, etc. We shake and I hold contact sensually. I find out she's late for her meeting and I bust on her for being a "bad little marketing girl" and suggest that she is late because she was getting hammered last night. I start to think about setting up a date. Tonight I have that other thing with the girl I met yesterday, so that's no good.

I ask her, "The conference is here for three more days, huh? So when you get off tomorrow, we can meet up for a drink, I work in the area."
She nods . "Yeah, that's cool."
We continue to walk along, and I make a comment about how far the hotel is. Then I say, "Damn, you're like, 'Jeez, I've had to talk to this guy for like ten minutes! WHEN is it going to END?!' "
She quickly says, "No, no! I like talking to you!" I bust out a few
routines as we continue to walk, keeping her entertained.
We arrive at the hotel. "Cool, well here it is!"

I walk ahead of her slightly and go up to the valet guy on drive, he knows who the **** I am and so he greets me. I slap five and chat for a while, ask him where the dermatology thing is and say, "She's late for it, she got too loaded last night." The guy whips out the info. I grab a pen and paper from behind the podium and tum back to her.

"Well, my little suit nerd, we're gonna meet up tomorrow for that
drink, so here, be creative." She thinks about it for a second, then writes down her number.

I think there were two things I could have done better: One, tried to make her just forget about the damn meeting and **** her this afternoon. Two, more aggressive escalation, I didn't even hug her when we parted. At any rate, it seems fairly solid and the meet is on.