Gotta warn you, this is pointless.
Ah, today was a good day. My dad woke me up and told me to get ready as quickly as possible, since we were going to go crabbing. Suprise. So we head out, pick up my cousin Chad (who seems almost as surprised as me), and drive north. So we get to Camano Island, and get lost for about 2 hours, until we finally arrive on a beach where our host, an old customer, is waiting for us. Anywhoo, we get a bunch of crabs, clams, and mussels, and head back to the part of shore where the guy's truck is. I like this next part of the story.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love the North End. North end gets snow a lot of the time when Seattle doesn't, and the North End is where a lot of my friends live. But, lets face it, the North End often leaves something to be desired when one looks at the "aesthetic value" of people. I'm not saying I'm not one of them, just that there is an overabundance. But sometimes, the North End makes you forget all that. Sometimes, the North End pleasantly surprises you. Like it did, on the sweet little crabbing trip I took with my dad and cousin today.
Seated on a driftwood log, sat two hot girls (not beautiful, not cute, HOT). You know the whole Charlie's Angel's thing, or the whole cliche pairing of the hot blonde, brunette, and asian? Well, this was the blonde and brunette. I like this next part of the story better.
Here's the deal: I like guys. No, I'm not gay. I mean that dudes are funny and amusing to me, for reasons that would make no other person laugh. I just find some facts of life amusing, simply because they are so true. So here's one thing that's funny: when guys pick up girls. Whether they succeed or fail, the act of guys trying to pick up girls makes me laugh. And partially for that reason, I like dudes. I told you that you wouldn't get it.
Sadly, in front of these two girls (looked my age!!!) were two dudes, trying to game these girls as hard as they could. From the girl's faces, they were failing. The two chicks just sorta looked bored. Too bad, I thought, poor guys. Anyhow, it seems like the guys have given up, and so they went back to their jeep. The girls, still seated on the log, then look over at the four of us (me, my dad, my cousin, and our host), probably because we're making a lot of noise with the whole boat emptying business going on. Without the guys in front of them, they sure looked a lot hotter. Anyhow, they get up to go, and I go about my work, because I can feel my dad start to look at me. As I bent down to pick up a bag full of lifevests and extra dry clothes, the brunette passes by me, and walks to her car, but in my motion to spin around and put the bag into the back of our host's truck, my face comes level with the blonde's...ermm...chest. Yah. Awkward. You know in the movies when there's the hot chick and she gives the nerdy dude that look that confirms she is the hottest thing that he'll experience for the next year? Yah, that's the look she gave me, the nerd. I tried to say something like "Hey", but nothing came out. She smiled, looking back at me, and walked after her friend, who was probably just as hot. Turns out the guys must have done okay, because the girls got into their car, and followed the dudes out. Lucky mofos. All I got from our little intercourse was crabs.
Uhh, am I just a horny teenager? Probably. Was this pointless? Yes, but it's a journal. Overall: a great day.
-Fizzle