So this isn't a story so much about hot sex with girls, because that was not had. This is a story of overcoming your mental blocks and living for the moment.

I went out with some friends (who tend to be quite stifled, and I have a hard time loosening them up) and wound up only approaching 1-2 girls. The approaches went ok, just short and awkward. I eventually headed home after my friends left. Until...

You Could Fucking Die

I dicked around at home some, and then logged on facebook. I saw this guy who I graduated with in college died. I didn't really know him, but his face was familiar, and he was young. This struck me hard. That could've been me. I could die any fucking minute, and NOTHING will matter. And here I am sitting at home feeling sorry for myself when this guy will never get to live to see his 30s. FUCK THAT.

The bars were all closed at this point, but I decided "fuck it... I'll go for a walk and go on an adventure." At the very least, I'll get some goddamn pizza and who doesn't love late night pizza.

Pizza Shop Party

As I'm walking, i run into these guys I'm friends with but don't hang with often. One of them is a lot like me: loves talking to others, gets amped while out... I need to hang with him more. We head to the pizza shop, and he starts talking to some girl (he has a gf by the way). I start flirting up a storm with her, but she's not really too interested in me it seems, and is more interested in another friend of mine. All good.

I start flirting with other girls. Had some playful banters with some, completely ignored by others. That's cool. As TofuTofu has stated and I am trying to make it my mantra "I'm in it for the lulz". I overhear one girl say she hates french fries. I call her out saying "what?! UNAMERICAN!" She then gets embarrassed, and is like "c'mon don't make a big deal about it". I ask her where she's from, she ignores me and walks away. All good, I found myself very amusing.

The first girl we talked to comes back and sits at our table. 4 dudes, 1 girl. I flirt with her a bit, but it's clear that she is much more into my other friends. Hey, just not her type (I tend to dress in a style that is not really popular in my neighborhood. My hood is more preppy/button down style and I don't rock that.). That's cool with me.

I forgot how we got to it, but some other girl tells me she's really strong. I tell her to punch my hand. She obliges. We flirt a bit, but again, she's more into one of my other friends who she met earlier, yet she still is flirting with me a decent amount. Her friends (who were a couple) drag her out of there. All good.

Proud Of Myself

I know there's nothing crazy in this FR, no threesomes... shit, not even a k-close. However, when you're in a funk and you start having a self-pity party (the worst party... well besides the Nazi party. FUCK that party), it's tough to motivate yourself to go out, which I did.

Next time you're feeling sorry for yourself, remember, you're fucking lucky to be alive. It's easy to forget and I'm sure I will as well, and sadly it took a dead classmate to remind me of this. A lot of people are robbed of their lives, so do your job and party for those who can't. Nothing is promised, you can go at any minute. Live life.