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Sunday is the day I roll with friends to brunch and that usually starts at noon and goes to midnight, making several stops in between.  This week it started at some little restaraunt off of Normandie that had had great food, but I can't remember the name I think it was The Homestead, then we ended up shopping at Ameoba and then went to this new sports bar on cahuenga called Capitol City.  The place was packed.  I don't know if you realize it but the football watching crowd in L.A. starts early.... real early... 9am and doesn't finish till like 10 at night sometimes.  I'm not that much of a fan, but in the past have rolled with friends that were ordering breakfast with the first game, then lunch and finished with supper!

Capitol City was jammed packed, but my friends and I like to hang in the back patio of the place where the smokers go even though we don't smoke.  We were there to drink and watch the Yankees.  I went to the bathroom and when I came back there was this amazing blonde with big boobs sitting in my bar chair.  My buddies just gave me a look. I didn't say anything, just picked up my drink when she started to talk to me... we talked for a long time.  She's new in town, works as a shot girl for Yaegermeister, but has a Masters in Psycholocgy, just moved here 3 months ago, when she asked what I do, I tell her "I work for a University"... not a total lie, but I never mention the writing thing.  Sometimes I lie and in certain crowds I tell people "I'm a plumber."  That usually ends the conversation in Hollywood.  I think mostly cause everyone I meet is a renter and doesn't see a way to get an acting job out of it.

This girl was a good talker!  NOOOOO show biz talk.  She was wearing all black and white clothes and B&W jewlery.  She asked if I could guess what she was for halloween... swilling Jack n' Coke I had no idea.... she told me Beetlguesse.  We talked for awhile and was impressed when she asked what's your degree in and I spattered out Computer Science and Business Administration.  Usually I don't tell people that.... usually I tell them Taxidermy, just to see their reaction.... one time a waitress in Hollywood looked at me when I said that and with a straight face said "You do people taxes?"  I didn't know what to do because either she really did know what Taxidermy meant or she just had the most brilliant come back to my smart ass mouth in the history of bar room banter!  Taxidermy is what I say and finish by saying "it's a messy job, but at least I get to STUFF things!"  It's usually a great ice breaker, but this girl was really cool to talk to and then the convo went to a whole new level.... and she was asking me a lot of personal things.... and I'm not use to that here cause well let's put it this way I'm usually the only guy with no tatoos and a waist line larger than 42" sooooo I'm usually the last person they talk to.

So we're having this great convo when she says "Are you gonna ask for my number now?"  Now I'm totally thrown off... "Um, yeah sure.  I don't have a pen.  I'm not good that is usually.  Um, let's jusat put right into my phone."  So I flip open my phone and there's a text message from my wingman Ronnie who backed off when the girl started to talk to me.  That's something that I will never get use to here.... see in Hollywood I find when I am talking to a girl in a bar.  Guys will step in between us and try to muscle in on the convo.  They literally get between me and the girl and don't know when to back off.  Where I come from if you did that you'd get a KRACK between the eyes, but here they're rude about it.  So Ronnie and my friends backed off in east coast manner and took a table in the back.  They watched and sent me a text.   It read "THERE IS A REALLY BIG GUY STANDING BEHIND YOU!  I think he's with her!!!"

I'm not turning around.  I know if I do... that's GO TIME and I have to fight.  I'm not a good fighter, but I'm a great bar room brawler.  I won't think twice about hitting someone with piece of furniture or smashing a bottle over their head.  I usually get to the point where I'm getting my ass whooped and then this fury of anger turns into survival mode and out comes the violence.  My first brawl was when I was 17 and put the matter at ease when I smashed a bottle of Schmirnoff Vodka over this All State Football Players head, the guys name was TANK well, it was just like in the movies, punch, punch in my head, turn to block and I see the bottle and then like in a cowboy john wayne movie, spin around, grab bottle and crack him across the head!  One time I used a chair, when you're in suvival mode "You gotta do what you gotta do!"

So now I'm not turning around.  She gives me her number and then her girlfriend comes up and the football game was over so she says "we have to leave" that's when the blonde says "You are gonna call me, right?"  I smile and tell her absolutely... that when she grabs me and kisses me on the lips!  They leave and no one hit me.

I go back to my wingmans table.  He says "I think I was wrong I don't think that guy was with her" and then he says "You did good" and I ask "When can I call her?" and tells me "DO NOT CALL HER UNTIL WEDNESDAY!".... I don't play those games and tell him "I can't do the wait three days thing!" and he tells me "You have to!  You did everything perfect.  DO NOT FUCK THIS UP NOW!"

I usually do whatever I want and that has not been working out that good.  So I'm trying to do this by the rules, by the book and well... 24 hours have gone by.... 2 more days to go.... it's killing me not to call!  We'll see  how this one turns out!

I have to get out more... these Sundays are addictive!