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7/15/2016 5:02:49 PM
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Let Me Tell You about My Fourth of July (tell me how I should react to this)

Well...at least you know you've got some game.

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Who cares? The food and weather was nice, anyway.

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Call 911

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Nice!

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I'm just as confused as you are.

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So I went to Ventura with my family for the Fourth of July weekend. It was really nice over there; great weather, good shops and restaurants, great beaches, etc. However, as with many cities on the west coast, there were a lot of good-looking girls as well. I saw them everywhere: the hotel, the beach, restaurants, shops, and especially at the Fourth of July celebration (they close a whole street to have a local festival; it was great, and the locals were really nice). The weirdest thing was that a lot of them were looking at me, smiling and sometimes waving at me. This was strange to me at first; none of the attractive girls where I live could give less of a sh[b]i[/b]t about me (I'm f[b]u[/b]cking ugly, in my opinion). The same thing happened to me when I went to Disneyland last weekend (there was this one cute brunette with a Pink Floyd shirt that just sat, smiled, and stared at me from the Walt Disney statue; I wanted to wave back so much, but couldn't). Anyway, let me tell you about two of the strangest of these events. At one point during the Fourth of July festival in Ventura, I was talking with my younger brother right by a sushi place. Then, my father called us over to check out one of the vendors set up in the street. It was really neat; there was a whole record and cassette collection set up on the shelves, neatly organized and in prime condition, but I couldn't buy any of them as they all ranged between $45.00-$60.00, so I just bought an old Pink Floyd poster. Soon afterward, I bumped into one of two girls that was just about to head in. One girl and I shifted left and right a bit before we were able to pass each other, then I noticed her friend. She (her friend) was just as tall as I was (which is tall, as I'm about 6'2"), and had short blonde hair. She wore a dark red beanie and had a piercing on her nose, and wore a nice Iron Maiden shirt. When she came up to me, she smiled, laid her hand on my shoulder, then gave me a very...flirty look. I kept on walking, but when I looked back, she was still looking. I felt strangely comfortable during all of this. However, [i]this[/i] is the strangest one out of all of them. Rewind two days before the Fourth of July. I was with my family at an Irish pub restaurant for dinner; my father and I ordered clam chowder, which tasted amazing. The waiter who served us was really nice, and had a good sense of humor. Behind a desk was a waitress. She was a brunette, her hair tied in a lightly-braided bun, and couldn't have been older than 25 (I'm 15); she was a bit big (not to the point in which she would be considered fat), but still had a nice body figure. As I was eating, I noticed that she kept on looking at me from behind the desk, smiling as she did. At one point, a young toddler at a table to the left of us dropped a plate. The waiter who was serving us called her over to help, and when she passed, she gave me a small wave, then grabbed a dust sweeper to pick up the shards and went back to her desk to dispose of them. After we were all done and the check was paid, I headed over to the men's restroom. When I was about to open the restroom door, she bumped into me. I apologized for getting in her way, but she bluffed it off as her fault. She came closer to me as I was backed against a wall, and leaned with both hands against the wall around me. Unsure of what to do, I smiled awkwardly. She asked me if I was a tourist; I was a tourist, so I said yes. Subsequently, she seemed slightly crestfallen, then whispered: "That's a shame. It could have been a wonderful Fourth of July." Afterward, she walked away, waving and grinning as she did. A few seconds later, two other waitresses passed by and glanced at me, giving off a small aura of jealousy as they did. When I walked out, I didn't tell anyone about this. I had no idea how I felt about that, or how I [i]should[/i] have felt about that (refer to poll). When we were a block away from the restaurant, it was then that I realized that I haven't shaved in days. With or without that, it was still a great Fourth of July. The festival was fun, the locals were great people, I hung out at the beach with my younger brother, and watched some good fireworks to wrap it all together. It really was a time to remember...I guess...ish. Anywho, what are some of your Fourth of July stories? I'm sure they're much more interesting than mine, anyway.

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