San diego and the power of an accent..
Now, there might be a few of you out there saying the exact same thing a few people have told me. In regards to alot of my stories. One, they usually involve me and a female. Well, Ok. I yield on that point. I was single when I took off on this trip. I was just out to have a good time. So naturally, a single guy, is going to have alot of encounters with women. Its just part and part of things. Theres a big difference, from meeting alot of women, then sleeping with alot of women. Plus, I like all my tales where I should have, could have but failed or didn't for some reason. Makes a more interesting story.
I got into san diego, within the first hour of being in this city, I knew I was going to love it. Wishing I hadn't washed a few more days in LA and came straight to SD. I checked into my lodgings. Booked the pub crawl asap and went out and explored. When I got back, the pub crawl was ready to rock and roll.
I discovered there was 3-4 aussies, a few irish, a few yanks and the rest were from the Uk. We hit the first few bars and things were going well. The rule of the pub crawl is simple. We hit pubs in their happy hour. Some good, some bad.. But when in rome. It was the 2nd or 3rd bar. A group of us guys, had loaded up on cheap drinks and knocking them down. I put myself in charge of finding out when we would be moving on to the next bar. Because none of us wanted to be caught with a few drinks and have to drink them all quickly.
Our tour leader, was a local girl from california, newly married. She was always outside smoking and chatting away with these 2 new york girls. Who didn't seem to interested in our group as a whole but had tagged along, I guess for a bit of fun. MY first time out to ask Susan, when we would be leaving, the 2 new york girls didn't even look in my direction. I asked her she told me 10-20 mins. I said, "fair enough" threw in a bit of small talk and headed back into the bar.
It was the 3rd time I headed out, From my point of view nothing had changed. I again went out to ask, when are we moving on?.. Again I was told 10-20 mins. A bit puzzled, as it been a good hour since I had asked her the first time. I had been a semi funny, semi charming bastard the first 2 times. And as I was about to walk away from susan, to head back into the bar. I'd notice the cute blonde new york girls reaction to myself, had changed. She smiled alot and followed me inside the bar.
I walked up to the group of english lads I had been drinking with, while looking back and noticing the New york girl following. As I stood there and started to drink my drink. She basicly, for lack of better words. Started purring right beside me. I was a little amused, I then turned to her and asked her, what had changed from the first 2 times i had gone out there till now? She smile and shrugged. My brain kicking into gear said, I know what it is.. I turned to the english lads and nodded.. they turned to listen. See before, I was just another guy, holding a beer, having a drink, to you. BUT NOW! Because I have an accent.. everythings changed! Suddenly, I have this exotic and mysterious look about me, the wind is blowing through my hair and my sports coat is half hanging off my shoulder.? She laugh and nodded!!! I just about spat my beer out all over the group of english lads. Who all started laughing.
So this sounds like where I tell you, Oh yea. My aussie accent got me laid!! Well dear readers.. Life isn't always that simple. Its not always what us men are about. Ok, 90% of the time, fair enough. She was purring, very interested. But it wasnt even 9pm. So, that was fair to early for me. I wanted to have some fun, just not the type of fun, right there and then. We hit this dive bar. As a group we were all having drinks. THe 2 new york girls and susan were doing shots. When from about 10-15 feet away, one of the aussie guys from melbourne, starts yelling, "you are so in!" at me! I was trying to be cool, I thought he was acting like a teenager. I turned, put up my hands pulled a face and shook my head. What I was doing, was saying to him. Be cool man. Its all good. Don't act like that. BUT how it came across to her, was eeeeew! I don't want to be with her!!! *vomit* weird face etc.. She spat her dummy stormed off to the dunny. Her friend, punches me in my arm and tells me I'm a dickhead. I try to explain what I was meaning and before I knew it.. My certain thing, was gone! Such is life. And I will end the story here. Of course theres a bit more to it.. but it just drags on.. Lets say, theres no comming back from there. So just walk on!
Life lesson 249 learned.
Deejay out.
I got into san diego, within the first hour of being in this city, I knew I was going to love it. Wishing I hadn't washed a few more days in LA and came straight to SD. I checked into my lodgings. Booked the pub crawl asap and went out and explored. When I got back, the pub crawl was ready to rock and roll.
I discovered there was 3-4 aussies, a few irish, a few yanks and the rest were from the Uk. We hit the first few bars and things were going well. The rule of the pub crawl is simple. We hit pubs in their happy hour. Some good, some bad.. But when in rome. It was the 2nd or 3rd bar. A group of us guys, had loaded up on cheap drinks and knocking them down. I put myself in charge of finding out when we would be moving on to the next bar. Because none of us wanted to be caught with a few drinks and have to drink them all quickly.
Our tour leader, was a local girl from california, newly married. She was always outside smoking and chatting away with these 2 new york girls. Who didn't seem to interested in our group as a whole but had tagged along, I guess for a bit of fun. MY first time out to ask Susan, when we would be leaving, the 2 new york girls didn't even look in my direction. I asked her she told me 10-20 mins. I said, "fair enough" threw in a bit of small talk and headed back into the bar.
It was the 3rd time I headed out, From my point of view nothing had changed. I again went out to ask, when are we moving on?.. Again I was told 10-20 mins. A bit puzzled, as it been a good hour since I had asked her the first time. I had been a semi funny, semi charming bastard the first 2 times. And as I was about to walk away from susan, to head back into the bar. I'd notice the cute blonde new york girls reaction to myself, had changed. She smiled alot and followed me inside the bar.
I walked up to the group of english lads I had been drinking with, while looking back and noticing the New york girl following. As I stood there and started to drink my drink. She basicly, for lack of better words. Started purring right beside me. I was a little amused, I then turned to her and asked her, what had changed from the first 2 times i had gone out there till now? She smile and shrugged. My brain kicking into gear said, I know what it is.. I turned to the english lads and nodded.. they turned to listen. See before, I was just another guy, holding a beer, having a drink, to you. BUT NOW! Because I have an accent.. everythings changed! Suddenly, I have this exotic and mysterious look about me, the wind is blowing through my hair and my sports coat is half hanging off my shoulder.? She laugh and nodded!!! I just about spat my beer out all over the group of english lads. Who all started laughing.
So this sounds like where I tell you, Oh yea. My aussie accent got me laid!! Well dear readers.. Life isn't always that simple. Its not always what us men are about. Ok, 90% of the time, fair enough. She was purring, very interested. But it wasnt even 9pm. So, that was fair to early for me. I wanted to have some fun, just not the type of fun, right there and then. We hit this dive bar. As a group we were all having drinks. THe 2 new york girls and susan were doing shots. When from about 10-15 feet away, one of the aussie guys from melbourne, starts yelling, "you are so in!" at me! I was trying to be cool, I thought he was acting like a teenager. I turned, put up my hands pulled a face and shook my head. What I was doing, was saying to him. Be cool man. Its all good. Don't act like that. BUT how it came across to her, was eeeeew! I don't want to be with her!!! *vomit* weird face etc.. She spat her dummy stormed off to the dunny. Her friend, punches me in my arm and tells me I'm a dickhead. I try to explain what I was meaning and before I knew it.. My certain thing, was gone! Such is life. And I will end the story here. Of course theres a bit more to it.. but it just drags on.. Lets say, theres no comming back from there. So just walk on!
Life lesson 249 learned.
Deejay out.
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