So, I matched with an attractive ethnically mixed gal on Tinder back in 2015. We had exchanged snapchats and numbers and had been sending some texts back and forth. Along with some enticing dirty snapchats. We had been messaging about getting together at some point overt the span of a year. It was now September of 2016 and I was living in Chicago, so it was more possible to meet up, as she lived in Cicero.
One Saturday night she told me she was going to Moe's Cantina and that I should meet her there. I was hanging out with my friend Jonah at his old place, getting high and playing video games to prepare. It was about 9pm or so, and I decided to head out to meet her, informing Jonah that it was"time to go get my nabs slabbed."
My plan in this state was to go meet her there and extract her from the bar to bring her home for some nab slabbing. As I used to live close by the bar.
So I went to the area, the intensely loud area of drunken young people was interesting. I had a strange sense of confidence that was uncharacteristic as I often get anxious when I'm high. I suppose going to meet this girl gave me a boost.
I walked down the streets looking for Moe's Cantina, and as I passed the bars and the drunken loud people, I saw one guy yelling at one of the bouncers, as someone held him back.
"You're a pussy... You're a bitch... fight me... You're a pussy... You're a bitch... fight me!" as he really wanted to fight the guy for kicking him out of the bar.
I continued to walk, and finally found Moe's Cantina. I got in line, and when I got to the front of the line the bouncer said.
"You can't come in here with those shoes."
"Why not?" I asked.
"They're high tops, it doesn't meet the dress code."
I got out of line and went to an area to look at the people in line. I saw a girl that looked like Brittany and she smiled at me. So I went over to talk to her and hugged her.
"Hey, what's up?" I said.
"Hey, not much, how are you?" She replied nervously.
"They won't let me in because I got high tops on." I explained.
"Oh, no, sorry to hear." She empathized.
She was with some guys and they asked me my name.
"Luke." I said.
"Oh shit, it's Luke Nasty." One of them said, and they all laughed. I began to smile, as I enjoyed my new nick name. I talked to the guys for a bit, and then the guy who called me that said.
"I'm just kidding bro, I used to know a guy named Luke Nasty, but you not Luke Nasty."
I enjoyed that knowledge, and his warm apology.
I looked at the girl with a confused wanting, she gave me an awkward goodbye as she left, so I walked home. I wondered if that was really her, because she didn't know me, and I didn't bother to ask for her name. I just assumed that because she smiled at me that it was her.
I got home and Brittany texted me if I was coming, and I told her that I thought I'd met her there, and it in fact it was not her. So unfortunately there was no nab slabbing that occurred for me that evening.
I didn't want to go back out there. I was impressed with myself for being that confident. Although I wouldn't have been if I didn't think that that girl was someone I knew. It's a good trick to approach someone like they are someone you know, especially when you really believe it.
Any who, Brittany and I never managed to meet up. I told Jonah about the encounter, and he enjoyed the fact that I was Luke Nasty for a few moments.
