I was awesome last night

So I am bored and in Dallas, Texas. It's actually quite nice out right now. About 70 degrees. I could live here. I could live anywhere really. I don't feel as much of a unrelenting loyalty to California as the rest of you do. I am learning my lack of commitment doesn't rest with woman. But that is another issue for another time.

I found this funny. I know woman who are after money are present in society. I just can't say I have seen it really with my own eyes. I see fame chasers when I go out with Garrett. Although fame and money run hand in hand. Unless you are Vincent Chase form Entourage who apparently is famous but broke. I love that show...... I love more that it is based off Mark Walberg.

But on to my awesomeness. So I don't pretend in any way to be awesome. In fact I am quite average at pretty much everything I do. It's one of two facts I came to terms with probably about 4 years ago. I am average at everything, and I crack under pressure.

Sidenote: Do you become those things because you label yourself that way? Or do you just come to terms with your limitations? Does coming to terms limit your ability to change yourself? Can you change yourself? Can I make myself rise to occasions rather than falter when pressure situations occur?

Anyways, so maybe the beauty of not being awesome is sometimes you have these moments that stick out as amazing. Do awesome people have moments like this? Are their moments all awesome? Or just more awesome than mine because they are awesome all the time.

Ok my awesome moment. No more side notes. So it was late last night and I was starving so I hit up my local Del Taco for good ol #6 with soft tacos and a coke. But no supersize! I must reiterate this point. Small size only. So I am waiting in the drive-thru line and check out the girl that rolls up behind me. Of course she is amazingly beautiful because all woman in San Diego are amazingly beautiful. So naturally I am checking her out from my driver side mirror like the creepster I am. She notices and gives me a little smile. I order, she orders and life will seemingly go on as usual. I roll up to the window collect my food and pay. Then for whatever reason I stop and decide to pay for this girls meal. I give Rosie(yes I remember her name) my debit card again and tell her I want to pay for her(as I point to the girl behind me from my carside window). More creepiness I know. Lucky for me she only got about 2.50 worth of food. I paid and drove off.

Now I thought it was a pretty cool thing I just did. But as I drove to the light I realized it isn't that awesome because you just drove off, you jackass. No message for the girl, no number, nothing. Just some douchebag in a champagne colored Toyota Hylander with a bunch of carpet in his car. As I am smiling to myself at what a complete ass I am. She rolls up next to me. I don't notice, to oblivious to my surroundings because I am laughing inside at what an ass I am. Light turns green and off I go to the next light. Still not noticing her. So she honks and gives me the roll down my window signal. Startled I roll down my window with what was probably as shocked of a face as I have ever had. Says what I did was hilarious and throws a crumpled piece of paper into my car and drives off.

Paper Reads: I am Bell 619-696-****. You should call me.

I am awesome.....