Today was great. I woke up this morning feeling pretty optimistic and got up earlier than I usually do, for whatever reason.
My last loop of anything, before knuckling down and waiting for the custom, was WANTED BLACK, which was 3 days ago.
I ran the first loop of my new custom - which, I want to name - and honestly, my first impression was how freaking smooth the loop was in the beginning, right up to about I want to say 4 or 5 minutes when I began to feel the symptoms of ‘intake’. Movement in the brainial area, typical.
I ran the full 15 solo.
I can’t report much about this custom yet, besides how…easy, I’m flowing into conversations with random people.
I stood outside on my parent’s apartment balcony and was talking to people just for the sake of acknowledging other people, rather than the still, stoic, poised, regal stance I fall into by nature.
I, without really trying, started up this game with my homie’s kids of body language ‘talking shit’ which has been a joy and lots of fun.
Women are noticing me in a different way but I’m going to let at least a sleep cycle pass before I bring them into here.
Actually, wait. Wanted Black result:
My dad’s occupational therapists were mad flirting with me. Now, both women have men so, this is just a nod. But one girl was pressing me about if I had a girlfriend.
I said, “Not yet.”
She said something like, “Oh, so are you talking to somebody?”
I said, “When you say…someBODY…” and just grinned at her.
She said, “Oh so you’re balancing more than one?”
I replied, “Well yeah I mean in today’s market, I’m a big fan of seeing my options. Can’t jump into an investment just like THAT.”
Pretty sure her and her coworker were gettin’ joocy cuz the speaking one kept the questions coming and she ended up asking me, which was DEFINITELY a Wanted Black mani, “So if you could, would you have two girlfriends?”
In the past, I might have locked up and instantly gone into a furious mini internal debate about the right thing to say.
I was like, “Well sheeeee-” and she cut me off saying, “what if they were cool about it?”
I grinned and threw my arms up and said something along the lines of, “Ha, well hell fuckin’ yeah, what do I look like saying no?”
Lots of interesting, fun tidbits in the conversation including me joking about showing up to her birthday on Sunday, but only if there were strippers, the other woman - she’s a cutie - throwing in there, “Oh but aren’t you supposed to be stripping?”
“I mean yeah, if it’s for the birthday girl. But y’all need to make sure the birthday girl has birthday money. I’ll head home and brush up on my Magic Mike routine.”
I suspect more joociness, 7.5/10 can’t confirm.
It seems like when I relax into my self and just let things flow, people gravitate all the way from wherever to come and be a part of my conversation or at least in the vicinity of it. People all over the facility were seemingly finding a reason to suddenly be around and were simply smiling and enjoying the banter.
I think that’s good enough to get the journaling muscles a’goin’.