TLDR: Ran alongside a mobile bar full of gorgeous girls for almost two miles, number closed two girls and and kiss closed one

Good evening Sedditors, this last weekend I was in Raleigh, NC for a Life in Color event. Lots of stuff went down in the event itself, but I'll save that for another FR.

As I was walking back from the event venue, things were good. Like, real good. Naturally after an endorphin splurging event such as an EDM event, your state is through the roof. Walking down the road, high fiving strangers, actin a fool and generally having a good time, me and my buddy see these girls sitting on the stairs by a convention center. We approach and try to bring the good vibes but all we get back is negative energy, I mean these girls were MEAN. Vicious. I can't blame them though, with all the stuff that goes down at these events you either feel the highest highs of lowest lows. It was a little bit tough to keep the overly happy vibes going after the flurry of Fuck yous and go to hells, but immediately after we left I saw one of these mobile pedal bars. Hard to explain, but basically it's a rolling bar that's pedaled by the occupants.

I immediately go to high five everyone on the bar as it passes by, but then after its about twenty five feet away I realized that it was almost exclusively occupied by gorgeous women.

Now a reasonable person would say, running shirtless through the streets of Raleigh in the middle of the night covered in paint is maybe a poor decision, and may be frowned upon, but I'm not a normal person. None of us are. We are ballsy titans of misconduct who shatter the fragile visage of social norms, and we do it with fucking gusto! So being the fool I am, I sprint after the wheely-pub and begin to strike up conversation whilst running at full gallop. These girls are just so flabbergasted and taken aback by the fact that a shirtless Asian man covered in paint is chasing down their mobile bar.

I casually ask them how their night is going, and at this point they cannot stop laughing. Whether it's at me or with me, I just didn't care, I kept with it and just ran my happy little ass and continued to talk to them. Attempting some push pull, I insulted their taste in beer and received some playful banter back. This one girl, a beautiful brunette named Sarah (fakename) mentioned that it was her blonde friends birthday and suggested I go talk to her. Number closed Sarah after she forced her phone into my face telling me to call her sometime. I ran over to the other side of the mobile pub, and asked her friend (birthday girl) Morgan (fakename for privacy) if she was madly in love with anyone right now. She said no, I told her "let me change that" and went in for the kiss and got it, and was pleasantly surprised. I couldn't really make out with her since i had to jump up into the bar to kiss her, so I pulled away fast and continued to run. I've ran for about a mile and a half now at a good speed and at this point I was getting a little tired so I had to escalate or do something, anything really. She asked me what my name was, I told her and she took my phone and put her number in. At this point I was getting yelled at by the other girls, saying I was hot and sexy. Mind you, this is the first time in my life I've everrrr heard those words and me being associated in the same sentence without "not" or "isn't really" separating them. This just proves to me that what you do, regardless of how silly, can really have more swing on your attractiveness than your looks. I dipped out after I realized I had run almost two miles from my friends and the hotel, and then ran my happy ass back to the hotel, feelin high as a kite.