And the man said, "At times, it seems as easy as shooting fish in a small water bucket."

I met a few more new friends last night.

PR girl seems nice and proper with a strong jaw line. Skinny. I'm going to want to eventually take her out.

Reload seemed excited to see me. I did score a few points with her by remembering to burn her some South American CDs.

Blue Eyes was socially amorous. She as liberal in touching me lightly on my arm, shoulder, and upper thigh. She's going to want to eventually take me out.

I'm good like that. My choice of words and sentiments has gotten better.

Mind you, this was more than ten years ago.

It was a Friday night. I had met her at a community service event mixer, conveniently held at a club in Los Angeles, Club Soho to be exact. The community service mixer would dovetail into club night to round off the night. There’s nothing like dim lighting and alcohol to lubricate the social wheels. Anyhow, she was a student at the time, a USC undergrad studying some business/computer science related discipline. She and her friend approached me and my friend (I think I had a friend with me at the time) and asked me/us to dance. She was claiming that she needed my help, as refuge from some over zealous guys wishing for more of her/their time. Being super young at the time, 22-23 or something like if memory serves me faithfully, I was flattered to be sought out blindly. Not the first time it has happened to me but nevertheless, because it was essentially a free opportunity, I played nice with her. From what I gleamed from her with some quickie questions, she was underage and not legally permitted to be attending the club portion of the evening. But she was tall and not hard on the eyes. Eventually, it was awkward for me and I guess she being a student was a bit of a turn off. But I definitely footnoted her in my mind.

Not long after, I saw her again at a very famous annual Fourth of July party. We made casual contact at first sight and I went with my normal party attending business. Then I somehow found myself sitting on the couch with her. I was parked in the center of the couch with her to my right and some white dude to my left. I didn’t know the white dude at the time but I was pretty sure he had a yellow “thang” going on. The details on how I ended up on the couch are murky to me. I think I was sitting down and she joined me or she was sitting down and she invited me to come sit with her. In either case, stemming from my initial not interested vibes I had with her, I would have fun with this situation. So I after sitting down and engaging in some random chit chat with her, I realized that I would mess with her. After about three minutes of conversation, I turned over to my left side and introduced myself to the white guy sitting next to me. He was just casually sitting and apparently doing nothing. Then I asked him if he new the girl sitting next to me on right side. He eagerly put his hand out to shake her hand. Then I created some open discussion among the three of us and quickly exited the conversation, leaving her with the soon to be enthusiastic white guy. Yeah, cold move on my part but hey, I didn’t do anything to malicious. I just needed to keep moving.

Since then, I’ve seen her at the same parties, same events, and social outings. Through the years, I’ve found her to be attractive but from strictly a casual friendly admiring sort of way. However, this past Sunday, I shared the same wedding reception table with her. And I couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked incredible. The dress she had on blew my mind. I didn’t know she figure was that booming. She was easily a 9.5 on the figure chart. It was an unreal package. Oh my gawd. And to top it all off, she had a nice pair of heels on. I’ve always had a soft spot for tall women and she ain’t short. Coupled with “dem” heels, she was my height, it not more. Sexy. So, I’m waiting to see if the affects of the image of her in that dress will wear off. I think it will. I hope it will. However, maybe I don’t want it to wear off. Who knows. Asking her out might entail some complications I’m not willing to explore yet. We’ll see.