Part 1 of 12 (I blow shit out of proportion all the time so realistically part 1 of 3)

So I'm out with two of my friends, one guy and one girl (a couple) eating lunch on a lazy Sunday afternoon. We head to a fish taco place here in LA pretty close to my house. I'm instantly attracted to the girl behind the counter, we'll call her Eve. She's small, petit, with a rockin ass and gorgeous eyes. I'm a sucker for pretty eyes. It's dark and depressing inside, and my typical style of game is to be outrageous and hilarious so I see this as a good opportunity.

Important note: two nights before I was beat to shit by a pornstar who used to date the guy I was with at this taco place. Long story short, she's a basket case that Dr. Drew would probably have a field day with. I sort of encouraged it, but she's still batshit insane. She's trailor trash so she knows how to hit, and ended up busting my lip open. It was purple and disgusting and really unattractive. I didn't give two fucks about anything due to the amount of partying and fucked up shit that had gone down Friday/Saturday night. This helped, as you're about to see.

I start out by just being friendly, "So uhh (looking at the massive choice of fish to choose from) what's your favorite fishy to get in your tacos?" She smiles shyly and tells me she loves the salmon. Gross. I give her a funny/cute smile like I don't trust that answer and say, "I'll take the three cod special." She chuckles because I totally disregarded her choice in a playful way.

As I wander over to the soda machine to nom nom on a dericious ice cold Dr. Pepper, I notice that all of the little compartments for hot sauce, tartar sauce, etc.. are PERFECTLY organized. Like, meticulously and precisely organized so that Kim Jong Il could cruise on through there without noticing a thing. I kept a mental note of this and headed to the table where my friends were sitting.

As she comes over to deliver my taco's, I said something along the lines of, "Hey... those packets are organized way too perfectly, that had to have been your work huh?" again, I tried to play it off like she was kind of odd for doing this but in a playful way not a demeaning way. Odd in a quirky-funny-cute way, not a please-stop-talking-to-me kind of way. She took the bait, again in a shy but friendly way, "Well technically we're all supposed to keep them like that ... but yeah it was mostly me." I smiled as she walked away and at this point I knew I had to do something.

There were some textbooks and a water bottle and some other goodies in the corner. I had a feeling it was all her stuff since there wasn't really anyone else in there but us. A few other people came in, I watched her take orders and take food out to other people while my buds got their food and we all ate. Eventually I mentioned to my buds that there was no way in hell I was leaving without asking her out. 10% was pussying out, the rest was pretty stoked. I sort of looked back on my weekend, rubbed my tongue against my busted lip, and said to myself: "Fuck it."

The girl I was with said something like, "Hey Whale, this salad dressing is actually really good while you're over there can you ask her what kind it is?" Brilliant! At this point she was sitting down in the corner looking at her textbook, the salad dressing quote would be a great gentle opener to talk to her again.

So, balls to the wall, I wander on over and sure enough she looks up with a tiny smile. I start, "Hey, the salad dressing you guys use is pretty bomb... do you know what kind it is?" She kind of giggles with her response, which I take as an IOI, "Haha, I don't know it comes in some kind of container it's like wishbone or something." I try a light neg, "Isn't that cheating? Aren't you guys supposed to make your own dressing?" The whole time she's enjoying what I am saying and seems genuinely entertained by this mundane conversation. We make a bit more small talk and then I go in for the kill, "Hey.. so what are you doing at 7:13 PM on Thursday night?" She's totally taken aback by this, and again, smiles and sort of laughs a bit, "Hah well I actually have absolutely no idea what I'm going to be doing at 7:13 PM this Thursday... I'll probably be here." Luckily, there are some cool bars right around the restaurant so I follow with, "Oh haha, cool, have you been to any of the bars around here?" The neighborhood isn't Hollywood or anything exciting but it's decent.. she jokingly replies with "Have you ever been to any of the bars around here?" as though they're nothing to be proud of. I laugh and say that this one place on the corner is pretty good, describe it, she tells me that she's never been to that one of all of them. So, finally, I close with the question. I keep an assertive tone, "Well, what time are you off on Thursday?" She replies, "9:30 or so." So I say, "Okay, great, well I'm gonna come by around then and we'll go grab some drinks together." And she says, "Okay, sure yeah that sounds great."

At this point I'm pretty sure we traded names and then I was on my way out the door. I didn't get her number, but I made it very clear I was going to be back to grab her at the end of her shift for drinks.

I came back at almost exactly 9:30 on Thursday. She was totally pissed I hadn't come earlier and thoguht I had flaked on her. I took this as another IOI that she was genuinely interested in seeing me. I'll save the rest for parts 2-12 but we went on to have a bit of super hilarious texting game while she cruised home to change, and then had probably the most epic first date of my life getting hammered in a bar.

This was a month or so ago. I k-closed her last Thursday night (3rd date) and I'm gonna be setting something else up for this week with the hope of seeing her again this weekend for an all-day type of thing. She's hard to get a hold of but she's showing more and more interest.

TLDR: "Fuck it." Just fucking do it guys. You have absolutely NOTHING to lose. Bleed/reek/stink of confidence. You are the fucking man. I get off on doing shit that other people are afraid to do in social situations. Seek that quality, stop caring what people think, think about the awesome possibilities that could come out of saying hi to that girl... tell yourself "Fuck it" and just do it!