I met two girls this weekend Yesterday, Saturday, I was once again moping around and complaining that I didn't have anyone to hang out with. Ben was in Oregon and without him, it just seems weird to hang out with Patrick. Don't really know why. It just is. In the midst of my woes, I figured I'd just bite the bullet and call someone. That someone just happened to be Laisha Neff, whom I know from dance. Too bad she didn't get home until freakin' nine in the evening. Therefore, at the last minute, I had to pull something out of my head for us to do. It was too late to catch a movie, and she had to be home by eleven. So here's what we did. I picked her up from her house (She cut her hair) and took her back to mine where we took my dogs for a walk around the block. I know, kinda lame, but it was actually fun, and the stupid dogs didn't behave too badly. After that, I took her to Charlie’s were we waited in line at the drive through for like, 20 minutes. We sat in the car in the parking lot with the light on and ate our shakes, spending way more time talking than eating. For all of those who say I'm not social and don't talk, in your face. I make it a point to talk and get to know people better. I am social and I'm not afraid to talk to girls! Anyway, I dropped her off at her house, where we talked on her porch for well over an hour. It was freakin' awesome. We sure had a lot to talk about. Laisha is not shy at all, so I felt very comfortable talking to her. Both of us seemed to have everything to say, and we just had a good time. I found out that she asks blunt questions, and I told her I give blunt answers. She asked me about Sara. And I answered her. I told her the situation without giving too many details, and repeatedly expressed my desire to not associate with her because of the idiot choices she made. She seemed to understand me. Like I said, I felt very comfortable talking to her. At a little after midnight, we said goodbye. Though not what I'd call a formal date, we still had a good time. I think I'll ask her out again, for real this time. Now then onto the other girl. My dad's fried Mike came over today to look at his Trans Am that we have in our garage. This time, he brought his daughter with him. She was pretty fine. Very fine. Okay, so we all went out to the garage and Mike started up the car. Man that thing’s awesome. We he pulls it out and we wash all the dust off of it. After that, using my detailing skills I've acquired from work, I proceeded to clean it. Well, just the windshield really. But it was pretty dirty. Now, this whole time, I tried to focus my attention on the car, but I admit that a number of times my eyes may have wondered over to his daughter. Oh yeah, her name's Melissa. So her and I are sitting in the car; she's in the driver's seat and I'm on the other side cleaning the window. Yeah, we totally hit it off. I think. Anyway, to make it brief, she invited me for a ride. Pretty cool. Too bad her dad was driving though. I had to sit in the back. Melissa and I then traded seats after a little while, and of course I was a gentleman and pushed the seat up to give her more room. So yeah, um, it was cool. Too bad she lives in Layton or something. So there you have it. Two girls in one weekend. Pretty sweet. Now what do I do