I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song

Wick saw Flaca across the barroom. She was way overdressed for an event that was taking place at the bar that he and his friend had grown up in. He was dressed in a jumpsuit and drinking recklessly. The next day he was going to be screening the most recent movie he and his crew had filmed over the course of the last few months. PBR and shots of Power’s Whiskey had Wick feeling extra confident. Wick’s roommate had told him that the girl he was dating at the time had invited a few friends to the event. Wick brushed it off, if that troll was bringing friends they were more likely than not going to be equally appalling and most likely even more annoying especially if they were hanging out in a group in his favorite little dingy bar. But when Flaca walked in Wick could not believe it, this girl was really hot. Trying to play it cool he said hello and disappeared into the crowd. All of the other jerk ass guys at the bar flocked around Flaca. Wick stood in the corner eyeing her trying to figure out a way to make it known that he wanted to talk to her. Each time he saw a guy making progress Wick would find a reason to be near pulling out not so discreet cock block moves. If one person was going to get this girls number it was going to be Wick. As time clicked off the clock the only thing the PBR and whiskey had accomplished was getting Wick liquored up his confidence had not risen above white boy dancing around the room. Wick notice Flaca was getting ready to go. He raced across the room and somehow managed to get her phone number. Flaca promised Wick she would meet him at the five o’clock bar that he was heading to; she just wanted to stop home real quick.

Within minutes of watch Flaca leave in the cab Wick started calling the number to see if she was already at the next bar. Throughout the night and into early morning Wick called Flaca checking to see if she was still coming to the bar. Wick drifted to sleep in the early morning light, he had a big day ahead of him and would need to be able to talk to strangers for hours at a time. Some time around noon Wick woke up in a panic in his little room, he picked up his phone to see who he may have called the night before. Flashing in his face was Flaca’s phone number; he looked at the history one call at four forty am .ten seconds. Wick let out a sigh of relief and started his day.

Later in the day as he sat eating a meal between the screening of his film a call came from Flaca she informed home that he had called twenty five times and she eventually just turned off the phone. She was not going to be able to make the screening since she was hung over and tired due to listening to the phone ringing for most of the night and enjoying the drink package at the bar. Wick apologized for his rudeness and asked her if he would be able to call her another time maybe like the next day at around six, Flaca said yes Wick promised to only call once with a forced weak laugh. Flaca laughed easily.

Wick hung up the phone.

Maybe he did have a chance with this chick after all.

There are a few lessons here.

1. Persistence pays off. If you are quirky and kind of cute like Wick
2. Don’t always go with the obvious choice when selecting your spring fling ladies
3. Sometimes a spring fling can lead to awesomeness
4. League Smeage it’s a level playing field out there
5. Persistence pays off. If you are quirky and kind of cute like Wick