Scoundrel, I was contemplating how I was going to be able to get out into the world three nights a week when I realized that I usually get out and play DDR three nights a week. If you play it off right, it's a massive DHV (especially if I get off my lazy ass and freestyle). I've even been opened sometimes after a game. It's just that now, I have an idea of what to do.
Awakened, I feel that. I'm having a hard time opening too, but it is getting easier. I keep thinking of the confidence that I'll have as a result and it's giving me the drive to keep going.
Just tonight, I bumped into this HB7 who flaked on me after we had made plans for Saturday night. I went to a friend's house to help my friend move when the HB7 showed up. She approached me for a hug, so I casually brushed her off as a neg. She got huffy and left, but I played it cool and walked off to talk to some other people there. I went inside the house and she followed me in. She approached me and made some quip about ditching me Saturday.
"Whatever you ditched me for, I bet you would have had a 100... no, a 1,000x more fun with me."
"Hah, whatever, you have no life without me," she shot back.
"Actually, my roomie's girlfriend had her birthday, so I celebrated with them. It worked out pretty well."
Oooo, that hit a sore spot. She's used to having the attention focused on her, so I ignored her and paid attention to my friend who's moving... which would have been the right thing to do anyway. I sat there and enjoyed controlling the frame, telling stories about how I went Office Space on a crappy printer, moving around the room joking and having a good time shooting the shit. This pickup stuff is worth learning just for that. Of course, HB7 saw all of this and tagged close along, I guess hoping that I'll talk to her. I decided to punish her some more and didn't bite.
I announce that I'm leaving to chill with my little bro and HB7 meets me by the doorway. She says that I can make plans with her to do something on Friday. I tell her that I'll have to find room in my busy schedule... if I decide to forgive her for flaking on me. I do give her a teensy hug just to reconcile a bit.
Damn, this feels good.
Victory needs no explanation. Defeat allows none.