It's late and I'm tired, but if I don't write this now I might never write it.

So SF. It's a beautiful city. #2 City. NYC is #1.

Anyways, onto the Daba Diaries. On a Wednesday night I was out with GM Omnis and MK78. Former Prefixers that now write for other places. Anyways, we were at this divey bar 500 Club. I saw a pretty girl but I dunno some nights you'll stick your neck out and other nights you won't. So I saw her by herself for a while, but i was content talking to the ex Prefixers. But then it was too obvious. The girl in question was now with friends and sitting in the booth behind us. We were at the bar.

Anyways, she went up and got a drink. I just looked at her and said nothing. But then like 3 minutes later she was back getting another drink. I thought "whoa, this girl is the fastest drinker I've ever seen iin my life." Which is what I told her. She then told me that the second drink was for her friend.

Crud. This Daba diaries is boring. Anyways, we talked for a bit. I got her number then over the next four days we texted a lot. I never saw her again. Her last text was something like let's hang out in NYC. I'm not holding my breath. I've never texted so much with a girl that I've never hung out with. It was probably 30 texts. this is her...

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On Halloween, I was Elliot from E.T. A very good costume I must say if you want to meet girls that are probably worth talking too. Anyways,I went out with my friend and his friends and this one very pretty girl was in the group, but I thought she was with the guy dressed as Wolverine. Anyways, she was really nice to me and then I said I had to leave to meet my other friends at some other party and she suggested I take her number and we meet later. This all sounds good but then she said something blah blah blah drugs. I said eh? What are you looking for? And she said coke. I said, well if I find coke at the party i'll let you know. For the record i don't do coke. Alcohol is my drug of choice. We texted back and forth and I said the party was w.0 and there was no coke, but she texted back and forth anyways.

Now...

On to the Daba Diaries. It's like 2:30A and SF is no NYC. It was dead, but my friend invited me and my friends to his gf's party. We got there and it was pretty dead. I was outside smoking with my friends. I notice a pretty girl in some St. Paulies Halloween getup. My friends went in. I stayed outside for a bit then went in and then she said "Elliot!" I walked over to her. Then she said will you cuddle with me?

I thought she was pretty so I said sure. heck, even if she wasn't pretty i probably would've. I asked if I should take off my E.T. basket and she said yes. Her friend btw was egging this all on. Anyways, I'm now in this girl's bed who I have known for all of 5 seconds and cuddling with her. Very odd.

We do talk for a bit and she's talking about some guy she went out with for 2.5 years who was her only real serious relationship and how she dumped him. I think she has some issues. Anyways, her friend is snapping photos of us cuddling. And then her friend runs out of the room and shows my friends.

Okay this story sucks too. Sorry that Daba diaries are no good. anyways, we make out. then she tells me to turn down the lights. i'm thinking it's on, but it's not on. we talk more then she says we;re not having sex. i'm like okay. then she's like we're not making out. and im like eh?? we just made out. well that was that.

the next day i went to a poetry reading to see my friend do his poetry thing. i was on the BART and I thought I saw the girl on the train, but I had eaten some pot truffles so I wasn't sure. I walked up to this girl. Smiled at her and sat across from her and smiled. She smiled back but I couldn't talk. Those pot truffles were srious.

damn. sorry this Daba Diaris was so lame guys. I'm tired and drunky. Prefix #1. Click on ads.