Pierce7d
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Most of you that have bothered to read my profile know that I'm a DJ. At many parties, I am hired to accompany my boss, and serve as a Dancer/hype man on the floor. Naturally, I love my job, especially when we're DJing a sweet 16 (I just turned 18 at the end of March.) I'll tell you right now, the very minor age difference between me and a bunch of 16 year old girls virtually vanishes when they're all wearing 3-5 inch heels, and looking sexy as hell.
Last night, I was at such a party, and . . . WOW, those girls were beautiful. Also, they loved me (I'm a moderately good dancer, and moderately good looking. Parties are my scene.) Needless to say, I had a good time, and I get payed for it.
Naturally, there was a time where we stopped for dinner. I went and ate with a couple of the guys. All the guys there were pretty cool. My boss came over to eat with us (he just turned 21, he's pretty cool, I've known him for 5 years and we're good friends. Yes, I work for one of my best friends. LIFE IS GOOD!!) We talked about minor things, told the guys some stuff about us, but I didn't bored them, so I went to the topic I know best. A short query quickly unveiled that I was sitting amongst casual Smash players. Awesome.
After I finished eating, I freshened up, and then went back to the dance floor to get the party rebooted (I love my job). About
10 minutes later, I saw one of the guys I was sitting with beckoning me over to a table full of beautiful women. Well, duty calls!
He introduced me to the amazingly gorgeous girl. On a scale of 1-10, she was drop dead gorgeous. But wait for it . . . the reason my boy called me over is because apparently this girl was a fan of Smash, and supposedly pretty good at it. I think I have a new fetish. Nothing turns me on like beautiful women talking **** to me in Smash.
I invited her to dance, but she was still eating/talking with her friends, so she promised me one later. Be assured that I collected.
At the end of the night, on her way out, she came up to me and was like "remember, we've gotta play sometime." I hate myself because I didn't have a pen on me, so I couldn't write my personal number on the company's business card. My boss helped me out though. He pointed out that there was an email address on the back, and if she sent an email to it, he'd send her back my information.
In retrospect, I'm an idiot. I should've just given her my number directly, but in the haste of packing up the equipment, and the fact that she was on the way out (the party ended at 11, and everyone's parents were there to collect their children AT 10:59, so she was running out the door), I thought that I'd be professional, and just wait. WHY AM I SO DUMB!!!!
I can't stop thinking about her. I'm taking her to prom next year, I don't care. I will find this girl. She was nice, sweet, she respected herself, she laughed at my jokes, I laughed at hers, she was just perfect.
I'm not in love, but I'm definitely interested. I can't get her outta my head, even while I'm surfing Smashboards, so I decided to blog on it. It's pathetic, but I don't care. I hope she emails me soon. I gotta find this girl.
Most of you that have bothered to read my profile know that I'm a DJ. At many parties, I am hired to accompany my boss, and serve as a Dancer/hype man on the floor. Naturally, I love my job, especially when we're DJing a sweet 16 (I just turned 18 at the end of March.) I'll tell you right now, the very minor age difference between me and a bunch of 16 year old girls virtually vanishes when they're all wearing 3-5 inch heels, and looking sexy as hell.
Last night, I was at such a party, and . . . WOW, those girls were beautiful. Also, they loved me (I'm a moderately good dancer, and moderately good looking. Parties are my scene.) Needless to say, I had a good time, and I get payed for it.
Naturally, there was a time where we stopped for dinner. I went and ate with a couple of the guys. All the guys there were pretty cool. My boss came over to eat with us (he just turned 21, he's pretty cool, I've known him for 5 years and we're good friends. Yes, I work for one of my best friends. LIFE IS GOOD!!) We talked about minor things, told the guys some stuff about us, but I didn't bored them, so I went to the topic I know best. A short query quickly unveiled that I was sitting amongst casual Smash players. Awesome.
After I finished eating, I freshened up, and then went back to the dance floor to get the party rebooted (I love my job). About
10 minutes later, I saw one of the guys I was sitting with beckoning me over to a table full of beautiful women. Well, duty calls!
He introduced me to the amazingly gorgeous girl. On a scale of 1-10, she was drop dead gorgeous. But wait for it . . . the reason my boy called me over is because apparently this girl was a fan of Smash, and supposedly pretty good at it. I think I have a new fetish. Nothing turns me on like beautiful women talking **** to me in Smash.
I invited her to dance, but she was still eating/talking with her friends, so she promised me one later. Be assured that I collected.
At the end of the night, on her way out, she came up to me and was like "remember, we've gotta play sometime." I hate myself because I didn't have a pen on me, so I couldn't write my personal number on the company's business card. My boss helped me out though. He pointed out that there was an email address on the back, and if she sent an email to it, he'd send her back my information.
In retrospect, I'm an idiot. I should've just given her my number directly, but in the haste of packing up the equipment, and the fact that she was on the way out (the party ended at 11, and everyone's parents were there to collect their children AT 10:59, so she was running out the door), I thought that I'd be professional, and just wait. WHY AM I SO DUMB!!!!
I can't stop thinking about her. I'm taking her to prom next year, I don't care. I will find this girl. She was nice, sweet, she respected herself, she laughed at my jokes, I laughed at hers, she was just perfect.
I'm not in love, but I'm definitely interested. I can't get her outta my head, even while I'm surfing Smashboards, so I decided to blog on it. It's pathetic, but I don't care. I hope she emails me soon. I gotta find this girl.
I can't have a women unfortunately until I'm 35; I want my kids to live a good, intelligent life =)
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