Doughnuts

Doughnuts

The subject of this entry is not about any particular woman, instead it is an entry about women in general, and more particularly the ones that work in places that employ only very attractive women. I like to call these women doughnuts. This probably seems a bit odd, as they are usually all in peak physical form. But I’m not describing their physical features when I call them doughnuts, instead I am describing the effect they have on men.

You see women who work in places like Earls or Cactus Club are like the doughnut that gets put in front of the fat kid to get him motivated. These women do a great job of getting men motivate. The problem is that in the case of these women, they are doughnuts being held up by a string while the fat kid runs endlessly trying to reach the sweet sweet doughy goodness. Then to add to it, most places have at least one or two guys working there, who, most likely are hooking up with at least one of those servers. They act as the mean spirited gym coach yelling “Come on fatty, don’t you want your doughnut?”. Meanwhile the poor fat kid is running as hard as he can, nearly running himself into the ground just for one taste of the delicious doughnut that hangs only a few feat away.

Restaurants suck.

Woman #9 – Bus Stop Girl.

I’ve been meeting Woman #9 at my morning bus stop for the last week. Every morning we take the same bus in to town. Woman #9 is a short gal with medium length auburn hair. She’s pretty cute but with no real defining features, nothing that stands out at least.

We started with simple small talk, a hello here and there, then after a couple days it moved to conversations about the weather. Eventually we started talking with substance, about school, work etc. I started to realize that this could be an opportunity and each day just kept talking to her.

Tuesday of this week while conversing I finally got the nerve to ask Woman #9 if she would like to get a drink with me one evening. She told me that she would enjoy getting a drink, but her current work and school schedule don’t allow her any spare time and so she would have to decline. At least she didn’t pull the “I have a boyfriend” line. A simple honest no with a (most likely) legitimate reason. We’re making progress here people! Changing the world one by one. Maybe this whole honesty trend will continue!

Until Next Time.

Final Chapter on Woman #6

Okay. It has come time to do the final update on Woman #6. We went on our date to a local tapas bar. As I’ve already written about, the date went pretty well. On Thursday however I finally got the answer to the big question of “Will there be a second date?”. Sadly the answer was No. Though this does leave me dealing with the feelings of not getting a second date. To be honest, I think I called this one. It feels much worse knowing I won’t be getting a second date (especially when it’s due to another man) than had I just never had the date at all. Suffice to say, this feeling blows. It has just killed any confidence I built up.

That being said I have to look at it as a learning experience, the date itself went well, maybe next time I’ll  go somewhere more casual or plan an activity. Who knows. In the end I just have to keep trucking on, though this has been probably the biggest setback so far. Dealing with a lack of confidence while still trying to ask women out, or even meet new women in general has been very stressful and difficult.

So here’s to all my bro’s who have dealt with this before. Another one down the hatch, let’s move on to the next one.

Until Next Time..

Woman 8 – All The Wrong Places

Following my folly at the bookstore, not learning my lesson, I ventured off to yet another cliché location to meet women, the grocery store. According to some folks, grocery stores are great places to meet the opposite sex. It would seem then, that I am just not suited for meeting people in these types of locations. I feel it is worth pointing out that I was not at the grocery store exclusively to meet women, in fact I was there foremost to get groceries for the coming weeks. That being said, I was extra vigilant in trying to look for openings and options when it came to being able to approach a potentially single woman.

The problem I found with the grocery store however was that most of the women I saw there were with a man. (Which seems to be my problem everywhere.) I continued my shopping until happening upon a nice looking brunette in the cereal isle (my favourite isle!) I attempted to spark conversation by making a quip about the choice between healthy and delicious cereals. She gave a smile and retorted back about finding the balance. We talked back and forth for about two to three minutes and I decided to try to go for it. I slipped in to the conversation that we should grab a coffee.

Here’s where things get a bit weird. Rather than giving me an actual answer, she just turned around and walked away, not saying a word. I would have to say this was the worst response I’ve gotten so far. I mean, I can understand a no, but to just turn around and walk the other way? Rough day at the office.

Until Next Time.

Update on Woman #6 – The Date.

So, a couple nights ago I went on a date with Woman #6. We went to a newer local tapas bar which had the perfect date setting as far as mood and atmostphere.

I decided to dress nicely in slacks and my favorite light blue dress shirt. We arrived at almost the exact same time which ended up being about ten minutes early. As for her, she looked amazing, stunning really. By far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been on a date with.

Now I don’t want to go in to too much detail about conversations or anything but suffice to say we had more in common than I originally thought. When it came time to pay the bill she offered tp split it, which as I told her, while appreciated, wasn’t necessary. When I gave her the reason it created the first ever JC Sharp Rule of Dating: If you like the girl, pay for the first date. If you are unsure, split it. Of course I’ve liked this girl for a while so I took care of the bill.

All in all I’d say the date went well from my limited dating experience. Unfortunately I won’t find out about a second date until next week when she gets back to town.

I can say one thing, I hate dating, seriously. It’s the build up and uncertainty. I think it would feel worse if I didn’t get a second date than if she had said no to the first date.

Until Next Time.

Woman #7 – Zombie Girl

So I’ll admit, this one was just silly of me. I went to a book store figuring I’d actually find someone to talk to. I wandered around for quite a bit just checking out books finding stuff that I might actually enjoy reading. Things were looking grim as I’ve realized with society today that people just aren’t open to conversations anymore. I was about to leave and give up on the book store but then I spotted Woman #7.

Woman #7 was a pretty cute red head, who happened to be looking at a few zombie books. For me, any girl who reads books about zombies gets instant awesome points. I managed to get near her and make a comment about zombies that she actually laughed at. (most women don’t laugh at my stupid comments) We shared a discussion about zombie films, and what turned out to be our shared passion for them.

As the conversation grew to a close I knew I would love to spend more time with this woman, so I asked if I could get her number to get together another time and share each others company. Unfortunately she informed me that she had boyfriend (cause I’ve never heard that one before) and would have to decline. I finished up my trip to the book store and left. Learning something I should already know, book stores are horrible places to meet women.

Until Next Time.

Woman #6

This would be part 2 of the saga of Saturday Night.

Woman #6 is actually someone I’ve known through my group of friends for a while now, but we only really saw each other at parties. That being said I was sweet on her and even admitted it in an evening of texting quite a few months ago. At the time I had said that I never had the guts to ask her out, which was quite true, I was always too afraid of rejection to get anywhere with most women I was interested in.

So here’s how the story goes. Two days prior to Saturday I had sent Woman #6 a text message to see what she was up to. This was so that I could know if it was a good time to call her. Unfortunately she was in the middle of the movie so we agreed she would give me a call the next day which would have been Friday. The only problem was that she forgot to call. I wasn’t too concerned because I often do the same thing.

Which now brings us to Saturday night. Prior too going to the pub where I asked out #4 and #5 my roommate and I decided to go see a movie. As my roommate and I get up to the counter I notice that Woman #6 is working behind the counter. We exchange pleasantries and she apologizes for not calling me the previous night. I asked her if she’d be awake around 11:30 for me to give her a call and she told me it would be fine. Things were looking up in my life, I was about to go see what turned out to be an epic movie and was going to call a beautiful girl and ask her out on a date. 

All was going well for this plan to work out perfectly. That was of course until the alcohol hit me.  The problem with alcohol is that it makes you forget very important things, like calling a beautiful girl to ask her out on a date. So thus of course, I forgot to call. Around 1am I leave the pub to head out and notice I missed a call from Woman #6, without realizing what time it was I called her back.  Lucky for me she was still awake and coherent. We talked for a while and then I bit the bullet and told her that I would like to take her out to dinner. She informed me that while she had a date that week, she would still like to go on the date with me. We spoke a bit further about general things and relationships before saying our goodnights.

Status Update: We’ve played phone tag back and forth but still managed to make contact and everything is set for our date.

That’s it for now,
Until Next Time.

Women #4 and #5, a two for one.

Woman #4 – Ally

 Oh Boy, there’s 3 updates coming down the pipes all from October 3rd’s night of adventure, beer and follies. But who gets the #1 place from those three? The lovely Ally! Ally is an amazing woman with gorgeous eyes, flowing brown hair and a wonderful spirit. Of course Ally only let me use her name if I said nice things about her. That being said, those qualities still remain true even if she hadn’t told me to say nice things because she actually is a nice person and someone I greatly enjoyed talking with.

I “know” Ally from twitter, mainly us following the same people etc, but had never met her until the 3rd when a large group of us all got together at a local pub for some good ol’ fashion reckless drinking. Normally a good idea, though these folks tend to be a bad influence on me. Tyson a twitterer turned pal decided that I should ask out one of the women at the event. This was early on in the night around 10pm and at that point every woman there had a significant other. Tyson however informed me that Ally would be coming and instructed me to lay some game on her. There were only three problems: the first would be that I have ZERO game, the second was that I was sober at the time (though later this problem would be taken care of) and the third was that if the information of who I was got to Ally, she would then know about the project.

Most of the night went normally, I got the process of getting rid of that nasty little thing called sobriety and my twitter handle was being withheld from Ally once she showed up. Unfortunately that only lasted half an hour before SOMEONE (you know who you are) let it out, which of course lead to Ally figuring out that Tyson had put me up to hitting on her. Personally I was just happy to meet her as I hadn’t had the chance to yet. That should have been the end of it, but by then it was too late, the alcohol was in, and it was making the decisions now. Thus the order to ask her out for dinner came down, not surprisingly her response was no. I wish I could say this was crushing and destroyed my night, but really it’s what I expected from the situation.

 

Woman #5 – Ally’s Friend

This is #2 of 3 from October the 3rd. Of course, once you’re in that drunk state, there’s only one way things can go: awesome. I’m pretty short on details with this one. I had just met her, was drunk, and didn’t talk to her very much until someone told me to ask her out, which of course is like telling a fat kid to eat KFC, of course I’m going to listen! The result was a swift no, which again, thanks to my wonderful drunken state was a perfectly easy answer to take. Sadly not a lot to this one.

Coming up, the Story of Woman #6, 3rd of the 3 form October 3rd. Stay Tuned Fair Readers.

Until Next Time

Woman #3 – The Stripper

Okay, normally I would never count asking a stripper out, but there are a few things I should lay down as to why I am counting this one.

First – at no point did money exchange between her and I, nor did she ever ask for money. Instead she just sat down and hung out as I was near the stage and she had to go up soon.

Second – asking her out was done playfully and jokingly, however she ended up exhanging e-mails with me anyways.

So I was down in Las Vegas last weekend for no other reason than to have fun and party it up. The best thing about that city is being able do almost anything and not have to worry about what people think. At one club I even approached and danced with a pair of women who back home, would be out of my league. That was until I got rack jacked by my best friends buddy.

If you are wondering what “rack jacked” is, well pretty much it’s when another guy steals the girl you are flirting with, dancing with, etc etc.

So on our final night we headed out to a gentlemans club just off the strip. The place was crazy, super busy, lots of women, just the thing you’d expect in Vegas. We had a few drinks, got some dances etc the usual. At one point both my buddies dissapear leaving me alone and by that point, out of funds. Then this beautiful blonde comes over and sits with me. The first thing I do is let her know I won’t be getting any dances as I’ve hit my budget. Most girls would leave right after that, but she stuck around.

We ended up chatting and as it turns out she has been to the city I live in, and even flown here herself in her parents plane. I told her a bit about the project and she said “you should ask me out!” So I did. She’s actually a really cool gal, and though we will probably never get around to our date due to distance, she did say yes and has been awesome to talk with.

Until next time.

Update to Woman #1

So I went out to a local club with Woman #1. We ended up dancing for a while, I’m not really much of a dancer, but she seemed to be having a fun time with me. A few more drinks in to the night she started backing up in to me, thusly things heated up a bit. We did some more dancing and grinding (something I’m not really used to and is new to me). We sat down on some couches for a few minutes, I put my arm around her and caressed her arm and shoulder. She put her hand on my knee and thigh and even put her arm across me at one point with her head on my shoulder. It was a really nice moment.

After a few more drinks we were both starting to feel the alcohol and decided to call it a night. I helped her out of the club and in to a cab after giving her a hug. I think I could have gone for a kiss, but I didn’t want to press things too quickly with her, especially if she was feeling the booze. Notch it up as being too nice of a guy, but if I’m kissing a girl for the first time I’d like us both to be relatively sober.

That was pretty much the night, I went up and had a quick chat with Mr.Jeremy Baker (congradulations once again on getting married next month), discussing the project and then grabbed a cab for myself.

I am going to call her back, and did pose the question to the fine folks of twitter as to whether or not a guy should wait three days or if two is long enough. Most people suggest that even waiting two days was a bit long, however I feel the need to share my favorite response which came from @tysonelder – “@jc_sharp Do you like this girl? Yes? Then never. When are the next Olympics?”

That’s going to be it for the update on Woman #1.

Until next time.