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bad timing...

when you get to know people, you have so mcuh time in the world to wait until you know what happens next. but sometimes, there's no continuation. nothing after the initial hi/hello.

i've been contemplating on a certain event in my life when i was in hollywood. i was approached by two ladies, tracy and amber. they were really friendly -- not to mention young, gorgeous, and game. and instead of ceasing the moment, i chickened out. i didn't even get their numbers. poor me.

what should i have done? i should have gotten their numbers at least. after all, what have i got to lose? i was alone, and they approached me. they even wanted to have my beads, but that's a different story. but then i got to thinking that there was one particular reason why i chickened out.

it was the girl i loved so dearly. even though we were not in a relationship, i couldn't stop thinking about her during that time. she was all that was on my mind. i saw what i wanted to see, and not what whas i was supposed to see. i though about things that i wanted to think, instead of thinking about the things i had to think about.

and so there they went... out into the night. as i drank coffee on the way back to my grandpa's apartment at la brea avenue, i didn't realize that i could've been friends with a pair of gorgeous girls, any of whom could have been my girlfriend even for a short time.

but i hope i meet any one of the two when i get back to LA. i'd sure love to get to know them better. but now, it's too late.

oh well, contemplating is something i really do not want to do, but sometimes is the only thing i can do.

til next time... chill...

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