My luck in the women department can be very random. Some days I can be a high roller reeling in big game and going on a winning streak. But on other days, I can fail miserably. It’s almost as if Satan had sent down his own patrol of anti-men, born and raised for the purpose of ruining my life. But today wasn’t a bad day. Today was like a nice game of baseball – and I scored a double.
Japanese Baseball Player: Ichiro Suzuki
The First Inning
For the past few weeks the rain had put a damper on my mood and consequently, my outfits. I schlepped into school day after day wearing boring shit, with the confidence of a 13 year old who had just got his first pimple. Laziness got the best of me and I also didn’t do my hair for a week. To put it simply, I was bummin it.
But today I decided “Fuck that shit! I need to get my ass to the closet, dress up, and put on my Super Asian-Man cape; fly throughout the college campus, and hit on as many women as possible!” So I did. Gray on black on black on white. My hair was did and I now had the confidence of an El Matador!
A Japanese Matador? WHO KNEW?! 
As soon as I stepped foot onto campus, I felt damn good. A surge of energy rushed through my veins when all of a sudden, I saw a very pretty 25-something year old girl, staring at me, wide eyed, jaw slightly open. As our paths came closer and closer, she opened her pretty mouth and said:
” Wow….you dress very nice!” 
That was it. I was fucked. My ego had already shot into outer space and I was on cloud 999. After “suffering” through two “harsh” hours of class, I got out and decided to walk around. I enjoy walking around campus. Yes, sometimes I look for cute girls to talk to but most of the time I just look for girls to look at – whether it’s their beautiful face I’m looking at, or their incredible outfit.
As I went up the walkway I saw her in the distance. “Her” was a gorgeous, short haired, 22 year old Vietnamese/Indian/French Librarian who worked on campus in the morning. Last quarter, I tried to pursue her by checking out books (which I never read) and movies (which I never watched), all for the opportunity to say “hi”.
Unfortunately, things fizzled out because she was always so busy. Busy with work, busy with school, and too busy for me. I kinda hated it. So after a few failed email attempts in trying to set up a date, I quit. I left the relationship open ended in the hopes that it would pick up again. Today, it picked up again.
Her: HEY!
Me: HEY!
Her: Long time no see! How are you?
Me: I’m great! Yourself?
Her: I’ve just been very very busy. But I just got out of class.
Me: Where did you park?
Her: The Flint Center. You?
Me: Same here. Come on, I’ll walk you 
Within that cosmic-like 5 minutes, we caught up on school, life, and future plans. And walking with her made me remember just how pretty she was. There we were, toe to toe, facing each other, ready to part.
Me: Well it was great catching up with you
Her: Yes! Hopefully I’ll see you around!
Me: Oh yea! I’ve been meaning to email you because I wanted to work with you (on a photoshoot)
Her: Oh of course! I’ll just call you sometime or text you my schedule and we can plan it out!
Me: Sounds good! We’ll have lunch or something.
Her: Sounds good! See ya!
The Second Inning
Still juiced up from talking to Laura, my confidence was much too high to simply retire and go home. NO! That would be a waste of confidence! Instead, I decided to walk around Valley Fair mall for two reasons: 1.) I wanted the exercise and 2.) I wanted to get outfit ideas from the window displays. Oh, and also to see if I could meet any more cute girls
One of my favorite things about going to the mall all dressed up is the number of times I get the “double take”. Due to the fact that most guys don’t dress like me, for the fear of being typecasted as “GAY”, I am often seen as a rare breed. So when I patrol through the mall, I always check for the girls who turn around and do the double take. “One. Two. Three. Four…”
And then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere… “RANIER!” My head swiveled around like a stool chair and I turned around to see: no one. “Up here!” I looked up and there she was. “She” was a beautiful black girl who I had in my class last quarter. We went out once but ever since then, like my situation with Laura, things fizzled out.
Me: HEY! Stay right there! I’ll come up!
Her: Wow! Nice to see you! *Hug*
Me: Wow! Haha! How are you?!
Her: I’m great! And yourself?
Me: I’m good What are you doing here?
Her: I’m just here with my sister looking for sneakers. You?
Me: Just walking around.
(More catching up)
Me: Well, It was nice seeing you around. I’d love to stay and chat but I don’t want to disrupt you guys.
Her: Oh no! You can come with us if you want!
Me: Haha Sure!
She introduced me to her gorgeous sister, who also happens to dress incredibly well. After a quick introduction, we were off. So there I was, strolling through the mall, with two beautiful, well spoken, intelligent, and stylish black women at my side. I felt pretty good about myself until I realized that people are either thinking a.) I’m an Asian ladies-man or b.) I’m Gay.
:)))))))))
As we walked into various stores, my situation instantly reminded me of the movie Hitch, and this specific quote: “Tonight isn’t about you, or her. It’s about her best friend. A woman’s best friend has to sign off on all big relationship decisions.”
Being that this was her big sister, the previous quote stands even more true. So I decided to chat up and get along with her sister in a harmless and full-proof-guaranteed-success way: I talked about style and fashion. “What do you like? What do you not like? What’s your opinion about Juicy Couture?”
Eventually, I got both of them to smile and we were a very happy trio. After a loop around the mall, we went our separate paths and said our goodbyes. Saddened by my current lack of Chocolate, I retired my confidence and went home.
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The two events that transpired today seemed exponentially rare. Sure, the thing with Laura wasn’t so unusual but meeting Melanie at the mall as well? That’s just plain luck. Sitting here I truly wonder: when a relationship is left hanging, is it just waiting to be picked up again? Or is it a sign that it’s ready to die?
Today, two loose ends were finally fixed up again – or at the very least, repaired. I feel refreshed, rejuvenated, and alive. My confidence is back up and I’m ready to play again. But is luck really an issue here? Or should we simply play more, and wish for Lady-Probability to be on our side? I might have been in the slums for the past few days but after today, I feel like I’ve won the fuckin lottery. Oh, and one more thing…
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….There’s still another girl that I haven’t mentioned yet
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I’m back in the game baby!
