I was looking at my stats and saw that I had made 99 posts up until now. So this here is post number 100 for me. Woo-hoo!

Now what should I talk about in post #100? Hmmm. Oh I got it!

Last night I was headin' home after spending a coupla hours at Buffalo Billiards with a friend of mine. Anyway, I was at the edge of Dupont Circle about to cross the street when some random white girl (who wasn't even cute...but wasn't necessarily unattractive either) approached me and asked me what I thought of the new awning (I guess that's what it's called) that they recently built over the Dupont Circle Metro station. I told her I liked it. She told me how she was trying to explain to her friends what the thing was but nobody seemed to know what she was talking about.

No surprise there.

Anyway, she asked me what my name was and told me hers (Lauren I think) and then she looked at the buttons on my bookbag and the conversation turned to politics. I started walking hoping that maybe she would realize she had to go in a different direction but that didn't happen. I actually didn't mind that much as we had a pretty good conversation on Bush, gay marriage, the war. She said something that I thought was funny and 100% accurate in that here we were, two strangers who just met five minutes ago and we could go to church or justice of the peace or wherever people go to get married and do it with no problems but two men or two women who actually loved each other are being denied that same opportunity.

She actually lived in some apartment buildings not that far from Visions. She thanked me for the conversation, gave me a hug (!) and went inside her building, I waited for her to get in the front door before proceeding. It was such a weird and random thing. This chick was a little weird, more drunk than crazy but overall it was just so surreal. It could have been a scene in the movie Slacker and actually gave me some ideas for something to put into the script I'm collaborating on now.

Having complete stranges approach me on the street seems to be something I'm good at. I remember a couple of years ago I was on my way to a movie theater up in NW when this weird French chick walking a dog invited me to her place where she would make me dinner once I got out of my movie.

Now that I think about it, just last night a couple of hours before meeting Lauren was another unwelcomed conversation. Me and my friend arrived at Buffalo Billiards and sat at the bar. The guy next to me saw my buttons (it's the daggone buttons that do it) and tried to start a conversation about Bush and stuff. I really had zero interest in talking to this guy primarily because I was A) starving and B) with a female friend of mine. But even when it was obvious that I was talking to my friend he would interrupt me and go on about some crap. Eventually he just kind of wandered off but he was pretty annoying.

So that's my gift and my curse. Maybe I should be like a shrink or taxi driver or priest or bartender or something. Seems like if random strangers like talking to me so bloody much I should probably find some way to put it to good use.