Hit[ting on]m(e)n

Listening to the Lust Caution soundtrack. I really like it- soft and sad.

Anyway, if you didn't get the joke of my title, well I guess it just sucks to be you then.
My friend (the one who I call as a stellar example of Henry Cloud philosophy) and I this past Saturday, were supposed to go see Beowulf in 3D but I was stupid and thought the 12pm time was 12am thus we decided to go back to the bar. This time it was a different bartender, so we played up how she and I were there the previous time with the owner hence no carding (this drinking age is ridiculous).

Above the bar there are two televisions constantly playing a movie: last time it was some Marilyn Monroe black and white, this time it was 300.
On our left there were a bunch of Jamaican/black/spanish guys sitting around commenting on the film when my friend butts into the conversation and we start debating on what a 'good film' is. One guy surprisingly gave 'The Notebook' five stars while I gave it 3.5. He gave '300' a 5 and I gave it a 2. Ended up talking about our differences in movie tastes.

Two guys enter- asian as I recall, and they park themselves next to me at the bar. Because I was nervous and didnt want to swivel around, I just didn't look over.
Some time passes, my friend goes to the bathroom, and another guy enters into the bar. I decided, screw it, and smiled at him. He introduces himself: Rick, drummer at this spot not far from the bar. He also gets a watermelon soju and notes how it hits you later although it doesnt' taste like alcohol at all. My friend comes back, I introduce her to him. He tells us about how in London he played with this 6'5" Norwegian guy who was also the king of Norway's bodyguard and has a special cell phone in which if the king was ever in danger, he would drop his sticks and fly right back to Norway.
I know, right? Random.

The group of Jamaican/spanish/black guys now leave and one individual who did most of the talking, came up to us and jokingly accused us of flirting with other guys. He ends up talking to the drummer about the quality of living in some place within the five boroughs. They leave.

My friend and I start talking about '300'. She loved it, I hated it. It was like a watered down version of Gladiator. Suddenly the guy next to me, interrupts into our conversation exclaiming how he can't believe I didn't like the film. It gave me the opportunity to then rotate around to see who those two guys were: the guy who was talking was called John, mixed Chinese and Japanese and a waiter at a sushi restaurant in Alphabet city (which is beyond First Ave). The other was his friend called Michael, a filipino who is currently unemployed and living in Brooklyn. It was their first time there.

This is going to sound retarded but we ended up talking about their top five movies (John's was a bunch of random guy movies while Michael liked movies from the 70's), Lord of the Rings, anime and video games. I know, the nerdiest conversation ever.

Then we did two shots.
He asked for my friend's number.
By the end of the conversation, I started talking less because I was feeling the last shot instantly and was focusing on controlling my head/body. Note to self: take less alcohol to remain in conversation.
Just to keep myself from any accusations, I wasn't drunk, I was still in control (I did the walking in the straight line test) but it just came all of a sudden. Okay, I'm going to stop justifying myself.


Not bad eh, it's not Henry Cloud all the way, but it's getting there. I'm changing my traffic pattern.
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So earlier on that evening, I was out with my friend, Jess, and her future roommate at Max Brenner's over chocolate and caramel fondue. They started moaning about the lack of guys and we all ended up talking about future weddings, dream engagements, ideal date/ special date/ best normal date, diamonds and all that retarded stuff girls talk about amongst themselves. The funniest of them all was their "Ideal Saturday Morning." When it came to my turn, I told them I never think of ideal weekends, and they insisted that the thought already crossed my mind.
They spoke about their ideal guy: scruffy guitar players who enjoy reading. I said we'll go to Barnes and Nobles and sit at the Starbucks there and find guys. Jess just kept 'pshawing' her way through.
Two days later, yesterday, I went over to her place again to watch half of 'Desperate Housewives: season 3' I was recollecting my experience at the bar, that I wrote above. Jess scoffs at me because it seems so unchristian.
(btw this is how I see it: if there are normal people like my friend and I at the bar, who is to say there won't be other normal people there either?)
She says to me that she doesn't want to think about boys and wants to remain unattached and that they'll come to her because she's attractive as she is already. I said to her, "oh yeah? Without doing anything? Not even smiling?"
Her future roommate, Molly, laughs and echoes the same sentiment.
She says, "Sam, I'm gonna get a serious boyfriend before you do at your bar hopping. I don't want to do bars- you get really gross men."

Do I hear a challenge???

So I said to her, "Oh yeah??? Bring it on!!! Bring it on! We'll see who gets there first!"

Thus that night gave birth to our Group of Three.
The Goal:
-to find a guy who would take me out on three dates and would pay for all three.

The Rules:
-he must be in the tri-state area.
-he cannot be a hook up/set up.
-friends cannot get involved with this.
-photographic evidence must be provided on third date.
-cannot be an established good friend.

Prize: winner is treated to dinner/dessert/activity of choice- essentially a day of spoiling.

Frickin hilarious I tell you. This starts now, and resumes back when Spring semester starts.

I can already hear the alarm bells in certain people who are reading this. No fear, this is all out of fun. Dating should be fun. Dating is not the means to marriage. As I have proven in the above, even at bars which Christians deign as 'sinful', we were debating on which Lord of the Rings installment was the best and which one should have won the 'best picture' award. XD

This is Henry Cloud-ing to the max.
I can't believe I use that as a verb now.
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So on Sunday, my Welcoming Ministry leader, whom I gave a copy of 'How to get a Date Worth Keeping' to prior Thanksgiving, read the book and she really enjoyed it. We started talking about it and another one of the welcoming team members was there, and I started talking about his philosophy and now she really wants to read the book too. HAHHA
Dear Mr. Cloud, you should start giving me 5% of what you make from your book.

On the train, the girl who wants to read the book noted that she was also frustrated because her prospects are low too. She doesn't want to date anyone from church because we're always told to see each other as fellow brothers and sisters and both of them said how wrong it seems to be 'hitting' on fellow christian brothers at church.
All I can say is that I agree.
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So I saw Beowulf.
It sucked.
I give it 2/5 stars.
It was in limbo between making animation look real, but if you make animations that imitate reality so closely, then why not use real humans? I felt like I was watching some X Box 360 video clip when you get a new mission goal or something. And the story was lame. They make men look so weak- well, I guess any guy would go for an Angelina Jolie dripping in gold.
They also didn't use the 3d effects to the max. It was okay but I don't really see how the 3D animation differed that much from a normal show. Plus the glasses cost me an extra $2 on admission.



Yeah, so a lot happened this past week. None that I was expecting but a lot did. Since finals are approaching, I've realized that since school is not making me happy, doing more homework will not make me any happier so I might as well have fun in New York while I still have the time.