Seemed Like a Long Shot

For some time now, some people said I look like Justin Long or have similar mannerisms/personality from the movies and shows he’s been in. A few years back, there was this 2-week period where three different people in three different situations compared me to him. The first was at work when a coworker stopped, turned to me, and said: “You look like Justin Long.” I was very confused by this, as it was a complete non sequitur from what we were talking about. She was all giggly with her, “Haha, I work with Justin Long.” Then about a week later, one of my friends, out of the blue, said, “Hey Patrick, you know who I could see playing you in a movie? Justin Long.” Again, confused, I asked why. She compared mannerisms and facial expressions. Then, about a week later on my birthday, I was out with a different set of friends and coworkers, and an friend of one of my coworkers said, “Hey you look like that guy from that movie with the restaurant and stuff.” After some deductive reasoning, we found out he was referring to “Waiting” starring, you guessed it: Justin Long.

Enough of the prologue, let’s get into the story…well what I remember of it, since I blacked out:

On a twist of the “How I Met Your Mother – haaaaaave you met, Ted?” technique used on the show, my buddy taps a girl on the shoulder and asks, “Hey, doesn’t he look like Justin Long?” I’m skeptical as to whether this would yield anything, because well, she’d have to know who Justin Long is. Apparently she does, and says, “Yeah, he kind of does…” and this sparks a conversation between her and I, while my buddy steps off to the side, completing his duties as wingman. Now this is where it starts to get hazy because I have been drinking heavily the whole night. I know that I keep forgetting her name, but I remember a trick someone used on me back in college:

It was my junior year of college and I was at this party and this girl was talking with me but was drunk so she couldn’t remember my name. She kept asking every 10 minutes and then she asked me for my phone number so she could put it in her phone and remember me that way. I had a girlfriend at the time, so I was a little hesitant to give my phone number to a drunk girl. I gave her my real name, but gave her a fake number, you know, just in case.

Armed with this story in the back of my brain, I ask her for her number, because to that drunk college girl’s credit, putting someone’s name in your phone does help you remember it. Shortly after this happened, I black out. But I’m pretty sure at one point I sent her a drunk text. It’s me, so it was something oddly charming, or Disney-related. And you guessed it, she didn’t respond. I’m an idiot. This is why I’m single.

-Patrick

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Rule #7: Every Girl Crazy ’bout A Sharp Dressed Man

Make sure you put your pants on, because when I walk outside naked, people throw garbage at me. Now this is not a style blog, so I’m not going to go into fashion, even though I easily could. This is just a post to remind you all to be aware of what you wear.

Know the type of situation you’ll be in. For most bars, especially Northern California, t-shirt and jeans are not only the norm, they’re expected. The more dressed up you get, the more you stand out, and that’s not always a good thing. The key to being a well-dressed-man is dressing for the occasion. If you’re going to an upscale club, by all means, wear your three-piece-suit you recently had tailored because you can pull it off (provided that it’s GCWOK-approved).

You also have to remember that if you’re going to be drinking heavily, you may not want to bring a jacket if you’re likely to forget it somewhere. Although if it’s cold out, don’t go out with too few layers or you could end up drinking to feel warm, which is a very bad idea.

The Cuddling Incident

Drinking to Stay Warm – Bad Idea? YES! Yes, it is a bad idea! I’m telling you this at the beginning of the story because it’s that important. I’ll get into the physiology of why it’s bad later on. We are out on a mission this night: we need to find “holiday girlfriends.”

Holiday girlfriend (n.): a woman you date for the holiday season, to take to holiday parties or other Christmas/non-denominational holiday events. Whether she sticks around after New Year’s depends on the girl.

The night starts normally, walking from Ryan’s place to the bars. Though this November night is a lot colder than earlier in the week. We choose to forego wearing jackets, our rationale is that once we get the bars, it would get a lot hotter and we’ll probably be drunk and lose them somewhere. Knowing us, that carries a high probability of happening. We get to our normal bar, but it seems pretty dead, so we take a cab to downtown San Jose.

I forget if we went to any places beforehand, but we end up at the Brit and we’re only 3 or 4 beers in. Now we were still walking around in long-sleeve t-shirts in the middle of November, so some idiot suggests that we take shots to feel warm. As I bask in the glory of my taking shots idea, we get another beer and I notice this girl from across the bar. I say aloud to Ryan, “We should go over there.”

So we mosey on over to the other side of the dance floor, which is already quite populated, and bop along to the music. Then Ryan uses one of our awkward moves of pushing the other guy into the girl he likes. It’s sort of a more awkward “Haaaaave you met Ted?” Now, the drinks have started to hit me more so the night gets a little more blurry from here on out, because we keep drinking. Though I do remember having a dance-battle with her, doing the worm not once, but twice, then hanging out with her and her group of friends (all women) for the rest of the night.

For some reason we all take out our phones and take “paparazzi shots” of each other. BTW, my photo up there is one of my pictures from that night, so you may be able to tell how drunk I was. Anyways, we end up at a taqueria, and Ryan is getting very cozy with one of the friends, who was… nice and had a great personality.

I end up getting a ride back to my car at Ryan’s place from the girl I like, where I pass out for a bit. For the life of me, I cannot remember what we talked about. I think music was one of the topics. I’m drunk off my ass, while she didn’t have one drink all night. It must’ve worked somehow because while I don’t remember asking for her number, I find it in my phone the next morning.

Ryan, on the other hand, gets a ride from two of the girls to some random guy’s place where one of the women in the group, who is recently married, hooks up with the aforementioned random guy. Ryan said he heard the clicking of handcuffs at one point…sketchy as fuck. Ryan, unfortunately, is still cold and ends up cuddling with the nice friend all night. Oh, that’s not a euphemism, they cuddled.

The second half of the night was later described to me by Ryan. He thought we were taking separate cars to same locations, but I just wanted to pass out in my car. Haha, if he’d known I was going home-ish, the cuddling incident wouldnt’ve happened and the girl I dated wouldnt’ve hated him. I actually got a long text message of how he shouldn’t have pursued her friend all night. Ryan was just trying to be a good wingman

The girl I dated filled in the rest of the details via texts and later on during our first date. I didn’t even know I had the pictures in my phone until she told me about it while on the date. It was a little awkward, but as usual, I use that to my advantage.

-Patrick