Martini bars and bootleg shoes.

I've always been a sucker for a professional woman in business casual attire. Educated, driven and almost always up for a good conversation. It really helps when they're smokin hot too.

Last night I drove aimlessly towards the business district in Plano. Searching out a new and exciting place to meet these professional types. Nearing the Nationwide insurance headquarters I see a nice little place that looked a little out of my league. Perfect. As I walk through the doors I'm immediately impressed by the men to women ratio. About 50-50. That's rare in a bar scene.

Wearing a a dark green shirt that reads "AUTZEN" across the chest, khaki shorts and my trusty flip-flops I head to the bar. Drawing glares and looks of disgust from the corporate douche bags who bathed in cologne before arriving. I shrug'em off. Not here for douche bags. At the bar I try to order a Budweiser. Draught please. "We dont serve that here" says the angry little man behind the bar. Ofcourse not. I settle on a Stella.

To my right is a group of women in their 30's maybe early 40's. After establishing direct eye contact I initiate the pleasantries, "Hi ladies" "How is your evening" and so on. They appear to be intrigued by the large male that hasn't shaved in a week and looks like he could have been doing yard work prior to his arrival. After establishing that I may only look like a Neanderthal, we set in on what would be an hour and half of massive booze consumption, funny stories and ideas. Knowing that my reluctance to leave the side of beautiful women and laughter has been the cause of serious ramifications in the past. Not only with what might be considered a sin by some but also with the local police. They tend frown upon driving shitfaced. I understand, and agree. So I leave. Walking back toward the door I'm met with even more glares from the cologne drinkers but with a sense of a small victory, I return their scornful looks back to them. The "Dude"-1 Corporate douche bags-0.

 Lightly buzzed and feeling good about an evening well spent, I head to my truck. Sitting outside in the back of a black Cadillac Escalade is a nice African American gentleman that looks like he should be in a rap video. Curiosity has almost been the death of this cat on quite a few occasions, so I have to stop and see what he's up to. "Yous need sum shoes man?" The rapper says to me. I could always use some shoes I say, but I bet you dont have my size. You see I have a large foot, rapper, I doubt you've really got "what I need". Just for sport I tell him my size. He disappears through one of the side doors digging around in what was an astonishing assortment of shoes in varies diffent sizes. He resurfaces holding in his hand a spankin new pair of white Addidas. Size 16. Impressive rapper. He wants 40, I offer 20. "Deal!" Says the rapper.

New shoes in tow, I head back to the 'burbs. Thinking to myself, is this a place I can frequent? The shock value of being dreadfully under dressed wont have the same effect week in and week out. Ive got the clothing to look the part, but its goddamn hot here in Texas. Maybe this winter when it gets cold for a month, I'll go back. Until then, there's hundreds of different locations to try and millions of women to meet. Life is only as dull as you make it.

Introduction

I decided to start this blog so I could detail the daily oddities I run into here In the Dallas-Ft.Worth area. This is an amazing metroplex that blows my mind every day. Moving from Eugene Oregon to Dallas Texas, was an adventure in its self. Trying to establish a friend base and build my company has so far been a trying experience.  I'll utilize this page to vent my frustrations and happiness for you to enjoy.