The Story of Us : part 2(Mr. Crappy Cowboy Hat & Felt Shirts)

The way the Pearl club is set up as soon as you wander thru the door off to your left is the bar. This is where me and Jesse are,ordering our beer. We order, I turn around to scan the crowd and locate our clan. That's when I spot sheena, she's chatting with another girl that I vaguely know in our group. I ask Jesse if he knows who she is, but he doesn't. Here's my dilemma, while great at conversation in a group where I can wander around and the sole greatness of the conversation rests on various people, I suck at picking up girls in a one on one setting. I begin devising a plan(something I rarely do when it comes to girls, but this was a special circumstance) See, even tho I haven't talked to the girl Sheena's talking to that much, I'm pretty sure she's interested in me. This is key to my plan because every guy knows that if a girl likes you she's more likely to laugh at your jokes. You could be the worst comedian in the world and still get a girl to laugh if she's interested in you. This is key because I'm going to use her like a sitcom laugh track( it doesn't matter how stupid a sitcom is, you still find yourself laughing at the lamest joke at some point because of the laugh track, sorta like the yawning phenomenon). I'm in there, I'm joking, I'm talking, I'm bringing in sheena just enough so she's involved enough not to wander away, but not to much so it's doesn't become a one on one situation, yet anyway. I'm juking, I'm jiving,I'm swinging on the homerun ball... and along comes the curveball, complete with the dorkest cowboy hat ever worn by a man. But I'm on, I'm pulling her in, keeping her there, this moment is mine. I am frigging Michelangelo and this is my Sistine chapel. Mr. Crappy cowboy hat doesn't stand a chance. I am a conversational god at this moment. Every time he comes by I'm reeling her in. Sure, he might say a few things, but mostly he justs stands there in his crappy cowboy hat (looking like a frigging dork) and eventually he wanders off again. As time passes I begin to weave sheena into the conversation more and more, leaving the other girl further and further behind. Then, the masterstroke, the hand of god reaching out to man, the line
"Is that shirt felt?" I causally ask
"No, I think it's cotton or something"she replies
"Do you want it to be?"

At this point I must tell you a few things
1st- I have never, ever, ever, ever used a legitimate line on a girl the first night I met her( there was one time that was close, but that was more of a statement of intent then a pick up line). That's not to say I haven't used them before, I have , but usually with girls that I've known awhile and it's more of a joke then anything else.
2nd- This is the second turning point that night, despite my previous conversational god-likeness this was what it all came down to. That line was what really opened the door for me and slammed the door in Mr. Crappy cowboy hats face(hopefully busting his nose all up to, the bastard). Of course sheena only admitted this a year or so later.
So, now I'm in. Mr. Crappy cowboy hat is no longer in the picture. The previous girl is no long in the picture. It's just me and Sheena. But I'm confident. The conversation wanders here and there, occasionally stopping by someplace for a drink. Eventually it settles on Scooby Doo. Sheena's infatuated with it, and the movie(1st not 2nd) just came out in the theaters. By the end of the night I got her number and set up a date to see Scooby Doo the next day. But the true artistry is yet to come
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