Ok... interesting night... I went to Cambridge to get some work done. I talked to some students at MIT and weakly asked a girl wearing an Italy shirt where she's from. She said "hi" back.
I got into a really awful mood, but did some work.
I took the T to Harvard to meet more people. I talked to a Russian girl and asked her for coffee, but she took my number and ran away. My mood got a bit worse.
I went to a book store and saw a very pretty girl reading a book on a chair. I was a little hesitant to talk to her, but then asked myself what would I do if I were in GTA, and of course I had to talk to her. I asked her if the book was interesting. I was in a bad mood so I let her do 90% of the talking. She told me all about the book and her face got red. She wants to go into fashion design. She is from Utah and is leaving to Connecticut tomorrow morning... (supposedly), but I got her email.
I went to a bar and ordered a diet coke. I tried to interrupt the girl next to me to ask her about her conversation, but she said it was "girl talk" and ignored me. I got really angry and considered pouring my diet coke into her hair. Very strongly considered. I texted my friend Ivan, and he replied that I should pour it or say something mean to her. I texted back asking if it's illegal, and he replied "no". I also said I didn't want to talk to her, but just wanted to mess up her clothing. I chose not to pour my soda into her hair, but it was a difficult choice.
I stood up and went to the entrance and started staring at people. The hostess asked if I needed anything, and I said no. There was a cute girl sitting across from her mother. I walked over and introduced myself, said she looked nice, and asked if she'd like to get coffee. She said "awww... that's so nice!! Here let me give you my number..." etc.
I was still in an awful mood.
I walked outside to meet more people. Two girls were standing by a window and were looking at a wooden cover to a radiator and were laughing. Even though it was nightttime on the street, I walked up to them and started talking about it. It led to a 20 minute laughing conversation (I was in a bad mood and only did 10% of the talking). She seemed to like me anyways so I got her number. They were both cute Harvard girls, and of course I got the number of the white one, who has a cute Californian accent. We joked about them not pepper spraying me, and I talked about my pets, and they told me about creepy Harvard guys. I thought it was an accomplishment because I approached 2 normal girls on the street at night and got a number.
I was barely in a better mood but wanted to look for more people. I saw a group of 3 (1 guy, 2 girls) sitting down in an alley and walked up and asked what they were discussing... I invited myself to sit with them and eventually they thought I was really cool, although I didn't try at all. I was mostly non talkative. The guy was very socially savvy and it impressed me, and of course I complimented him. We talked about traveling, Colombia, Pablo Escobar, our families, and other stuff. Eventually I started telling them how weird of a person I am and how I got banned on Facebook. I asked the cuter girl out and gave them my number in case they want to contact me in the future. On the Subway I heatedly explained all my weirdness, and it felt therapeutic for me. I also told them about my previous adventures that night. The 3 of them were very interesting people... very pretty looking and also socially experienced. And not old. It was odd.
_________________ "The map is not the territory."
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