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How to get white people into a ratchet bar

Say you'll be binge-playing Taylor Swift. I should be a CMO somewhere for that.


An under-appreciated post I feel this will, spoken like Yoda. I face this obstacle more times than I can count homeless people outside my job, but why now? Why even make this post. Unlike what my values have melded into, there isn't a reason. Or is there? Fine I'll stop teasing, the reason is your narrator works in a Ratchet bar on a Ratchet street In an anything but Ratchet,- Bashful city.


You would think, if he works in an area so unbound- what are upper middle class whites doing around here?


(I need to put a disclaimer not for you but myself, I identify an upper middle class white and this is not meant to put up or down any race or class of citizen- it's as funny and weird as it sounds and the truth)


The answer is they don't know better, they're tourists, or they like to live a little. The latter are the most fun kind to interact with in my opinion, kind of like the girlfriend who wears her kinks on her sleeve and you just open up because of how little she herself cares. Ironically just like, the former dating analogy the 'don't know any better' are the crowds that are submissive eye contact wise and don't really have a purpose, same with the tourists for that matter. I'll have to go soon but I want to make a goal that I'll get a tpurost/don't know better girl's number today. Challenge accepted.


6/4/23

My chicken drumsticks expire today and so did my challenge through failure. I hate not delivering like a door dash driver who get's black-boxed out of the app. Especially on things I say I'll do, but this time it just wasn't in the cards. If it was it was a hand of 2/9 off-suit, with Helen Keller playing.


Part of it my fault, part of it a tone deaf band, and partly just the type of person out on a sunny Saturday June 3rd day. Can't say I didn't enter the shift with Mount Rushmore-like confidence or energy even with my bar failing operationally like a Silicon Valley Bank. No limes, bar wells needing a clean and two guys who'd rather be blackout on cough syrup instead of dealing with it. Luckily I felt like a million and 1 bucks, Cardi B's earnings as a stripper, however you want to say it.


Short story wise, the band that arrived could've been pulled right off the street, they shat worse than a baby fed cuddlefish. I'm talking they should've worked when we needed people leaving the bar. Because that's what they accomplished. And for all we know maybe they have a line of work in that. But not what we wanted yesterday. Impressively like a Ben Affleck movie, they kept the theatre empty and had your boy wishing he was back at his 9-5.


Everyone's going to fuck up in this life, bad, I've done it and am probably better for, except my organs that have been abused by coping mechanisms. If you don't believe me how bad it really was, look no further than me sharing they didn't have a gig again with us only an hour after they left. That's life in the NFL, as one musician turned actor says.


A day full of competing with music had your beloved narrator unmotivated to chat up and chase the number, also so so many 'don't know any better's' drained me like an empty battery- from my pov Walking Dead zombies shuffling up and down my street with no idea what they're doing, why they're doing it, or where to go. At the same token not looking for any advice from bar workers with a much better plan for them. That plagued me with some negative energy I hate to say, but that falls on me. Don't hate the player hate the game as they say. Myself, the 'don't know any better's', and even the cracked out homeless are players. Each with a goal (maybe not the 'don't know any better's) but it's how we play that defines if who wins or loses the interaction.


Worse than losing as a player is not attempting as a player. And there were at least 2 women (granted with friends, or their Dad. Yikes) I found attractive yesterday that I didn't ask for numbers. Like books I've read on this, cause well I'm the only guy on earth who can have trouble with the opposite sex, hint hint wink wink. I should't always expect to be some mega Chad going for numbers but same time I like dates and have been extremely work oriented as of late. And drugs can only account for the other 50% for so long.


With that so long, (not suicidally)

Greg

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