Ah life.
Ever have one of those days where you feel like you're late for all the pivotal moments.
Like when you get the news that an attractive friend has rejoined the ranks of the non-committed. But it doesn't register.
At least not until twelve months down the line. Then it hits you.
So you go and dig up their number (the one you've had for like two years) thinking I'll give her a lil' ring-a-ding-ding, chat her up, and see if we can get something started.
But ah-ha, the number you had is non numera grata. After giving your house a thorough once over, you recall a different number. You know, the number for your buddy who happens to know said bonita sans vato; the buddy who makes it a habit of keeping in touch with his crew. The buddy who writes down and saves the numbers hes given. So you grab your MOTO and give him a chirp.
The following is a transcripion of the call:
*ring* *ring*
HOMIE: Whats da science?
YOU: Aye hermanos! I need a favor dude.
HOMIE: Depends. Is this a hide-some-bodies favor or a float-me-some-scratch favor?
YOU: Neither. Do you have _________'s number?
HOMIE: Yeah. Why? Whats up?
YOU: Can you tell me the number, bro?
HOMIE: Sure, but i got to know why, dude. You haven't talked to her in ages.
YOU: Well, I was checking my MySpace page, looking through my buddies, and looking through their buddies and I saw __________'s pics and was remembering that I was digging her back when she was hitched.
HOMIE: And you were thinking 'now that she's single...'
YOU: Yup
HOMIE: Dude, not trying to crap on your optimism but she's got a beau. Has been seeing for quite some time now.
YOU: Dammit! Hold a sec.
*ka-click*
*BLAM*

So I guess the long and the short of it is this;
A}Keep up with all your numbers;
B}Keep in touch with owners of said numbers
C}And finally, if you do f@#% up like I did remember baby oil instead of lotion cuz it washes off tu penga no problemo

ya snooze ya lose I guess!!!

And thats what sucks. Now I have to decide which do I like more snoozing or va-jay-jay