Seduce me with your proper tense

I think grammar is sexy. I should clarify, I think having good grammar is sexy. Good quality writing in general can make all the difference regarding attractiveness. Even in a casual setting, such as text messaging and facebook wall-posting, paying attention to what and how you write is imperative and will make or break an impression.

An edgy, beanie-wearing fellow approached me on the dance floor at Graveyard on Saturday (Nov 14). He was attractive and seemed harmless, so we danced. I was there with one of my best friends from college, NoPantsMan, and I didn’t want to abandon him, so I after a song or two, I politely excused myself. He insisted that he get my phone number. Again, I obliged. Here’s the following text messaging conversation:

Nov 14, 2010 2:33 AM Beanie: “You are too sexy says yer boy Beanie”

Nov 14, 2010, 9:21 AM June: “Oh you’re sweet! Thank you! Hope you had a good time last night.”

Nov 14, 2010 4:58PM Beanie: “Oh yes.  a good time was had. should chill soon good lookin”

Nov 15, 2010 9:33PM Beanie: “Junie g, wanna go grab somethin to drink?”

Nov 15, 2010 9:35 June: “I would, but I’ve been in class since 1:30 and I just got out… And I pulled an all nighter last night…hah”

Nov 15, 2010 9:37 Beanie: “damn, sounds intense.”

Nov 15, 2010 9:40 June: “Welcome to the next two years of my life. I’ll see you then?”

Nov 15, 2010 9:50 Beanie: “Yeah, give me a shout”

Obviously he thought I was kidding. Get back to me in 2 years, Beanie.

Junee 

The Screaming Trio in the Graveyard (later on that night)

Once at Graveyard, we quickly became enthralled with the large amounts of available frivolity. There were many many fine options of gentlemen, such an array of people. You had your punk rockers, yuppies, death metalers among other combinations. We ended up meeting three young men (really—they seemed young), Cobb, Sticks and Nietzsche. All friends who worked at Army Surplus Store (they promised us free pepper spray), and two of which were in a screamo death metal band. They were the kind of people that were really into philosophy but only on the surface (“wow man, we’re all just dust in the wind”), constantly misinterpreting the philosophers that everybody always misrepresents. Overall, it was a fun night. I particularly enjoyed the hearse parked out front.


One discovery at a time,
June 

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Yet another great night, after a splendid and tongue-tied Carlos encounter, June and I, along with another friend, went to a bar called Graveyard.  We met a multitude of guys that night that were attractive and friendly.  As the night was winding down, we were approached by a group of guys who seemed interesting.  Nietzsche, Cobb, and Sticks were self-proclaimed screamy rockers with a cool style, but a little too young for my tastes.  They were fun to talk to, but philosophers they were not.  This being our first real late night adventure in Atlanta, June and I decided to call it a night at a reasonable 5 in the morning.  We should have known then that our social life together would be nothing short of adventurous. 

Atlanta is the south's New York--a bustling city with an awesome social scene for every personality, and we're keeping our minds open...




Wide eyed and Opportunistic,


Salli

Jesus at the Graveyard

Salli, as a regular to El Azteca, left her very cute, tattooed Hispanic waiter a note, informing him of his cuteness. About a month later, we were margaritaing with a mutual friend, and our lovely waiter, Carlos asked Salli if he knew us, as he had recognized her from her previous visit.  We struck up conversation regarding the best bars and clubs to go to around town. Both Salli and I were new to this big city, and this was our official first time to paint the town lipstick red. Salli had just quit her job, and I was about to start my new job later that week. We had no reason to be up on Saturday morning, which we learned, is the best time for margaritas. Javier told us about Atlanta’s apparent number one singles bar, Graveyard as well as El Bar, located beneath El Azteca. Javier suspected that he himself would end up at Graveyard, so naturally we would venture out to East Atlanta with the hopes of catching our lovely margarita-serving tattoo artist. 


Tattoo-oh-hello
June
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The first time I made the trip to Atlanta by myself, with the prospect of living here, I visited this great little Mexican restaurant in a neat area of town.  Normally, frozen strawberry margaritas are the only thing on my mind while frequenting cantinas.  However, this particular day, a certain waiter caught my eye.  Tattoos and shaggy hair, with skinny jeans and a lanky but muscular physique—he was very cute.  So I told him.  NO GUTS, NO GLORY, right?  And if Carlos was interested in taking a little trip south of the border, I was totally game. 

Aaaaannywho… I am generally the ballsy one of my friends, and I enjoy putting myself out there almost any chance I get.  If nothing else, you get an entertaining story to share.  So far in Atlanta we have been refreshed with similarly aggressive guys.  Coming from a college town where guys were too cool for themselves, it is refreshing to be approached by suitors, and decent ones at that.  June and I have outlined a hand full of places where we have never walked away without meeting some really interesting people who were very worthy of our time, at least for the night.

Yours affectionately, Atlanta,

Salli