Full blog post with a little more formatting/media: https://playboyphilosophy.wordpress.com/2016/04/07/iron-man/
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On Sunday I walked to Little Tokyo for the first time. I just sat down with a Vietnamese coffee, a bacon donut, and a boatload of patience. I like getting over a hangover with people-watching.
A bunch of cuties walked by but nothing that appealed to me enough to get me out of my seat. Then Monica walked by.
She’s taller than me. Super slim. Short hair. Extremely stylish. She walks like she’s on a runway.
I gather my things, kill my coffee and run around the corner. She’s still there. I hustle up. Dudes sitting at tables outside are all checking her out as she drifts along the sidewalk. I love knowing that people are watching. I used to see guys walk up to girls and my heart would race from the anxiety and intense curiosity – knowing what was going down but not knowing how. Dying from curiosity and envy. It feels good to be on the other end.
I ask her, “Hey, you from around here?”