On Friday night, I got a first-hand, on-the-spot lesson of the DOs and DONT’S on making the first move.

1) Actually make a move
2) Be friendly
3) A married person can still aid/support you as a wingman for meeting women when you don’t ask your buddy about his wife and kid(s).

Long story short, I met and had sushi with BJ dinner on Friday night. There was a prime opportunity to do what many claim I do best. Two supposedly “single” chicks sat next to us. BJ suggested to move in but I fell short. I definitely took a huge learning experience in the midst of pressure.

After beating my head against the wall the remainder of Friday night, I met up with my cousin later on that night. We found a dive bar spot for a couple of drinks and chit-chat for a few hours. He doesn’t know how proud I am of him for the way he handles life now and seeing how the changes he’s undergone since we were kids. The joy of having the opportunity to be there when he exchanges vows with his wife to be means more to me than I would openly express. We shared our thoughts and what the future may bring. He suggested one thing I’ve been contemplating the past few weeks which he had know prior knowledge of and it only establish a more rational and sensible thing for me to actually follow through with it. Funny thing is this promise I made to myself I’ve already find it difficult as of day 2. 

I attended a wedding anniversary party for a church member earlier this evening and I worked on “being friendly”. Just casually met a cute girl just by asking for water. We exchange introducing ourself to each other and left the party feeling mutually gaining something anew.

Simultaneously, I did notice another quite cute lady. What I forgot to mention during my dinner with BJ was learning to pick up, on the fly, the small details. 

I noticed this one was just merely looking to throw her trash away but she was very hesitant or looked uncomfortable walking in the vicinity of where some of my youth/YA people where at. I went over and offered to throw the trash for her. Just simply helping her out. As she was leaving, she looked over my way and the goofy thing I did was wave back and smile. Put a smile on her face as she left the party. 

So why do I say this, I say this not to boast because I DO NOT have game. I say this because we, as human beings, often equate love with lust. Love is spiritual while lust is physical; love is eternal while lust is temporary. Lust is a perverted manifestation of love. We tend to have tunnel-vision when we primarily focus on trying to find someone. We lose a sense of seeing the grand picture. My cousin that Friday night showed me a great example of having tunnel-vision that convinced myself to promise what I ought to do.

October 8, 2012 - Check back with myself how I do.