When I Fall I Fall Hard

Uh... yeah.
Today was beautiful. It still is, but I'm currently cooped up in the coffee shop. Yesterday, Will figured out how to put the top down on the Cabrio and now I can't seem to imagine driving in an enclosed automobile. Huh.
On Mondays, it seems that the earlier I wake up, the later I get to the bowling alley. John's usually late, anyways, so it's not a big deal. Today, though, I learned that PBR is only $2... in a bottle! That's good to know. So, within the first two hours of being awake, I had a really strong cup of coffee, two cigarettes, and a beer. I should start every day off like today (as should Chicago's weather, because it was gorgeous).
Anyhow, a brief note regarding that girl... the one, y'know, on my mind: I have a feeling that I'm in for a long strand of unsuccessful relationships. That's what enjoying beer and cigarettes and being in my 20s and having no real goal is supposed to be like, right? Right. So, in the midst of realizing that I have no game and that I sound extra desperate when I try to impress women through text-messages, my future was revealed. The string-of-failed-relationships one. Yeah.
I suppose my plan is to not pursue her over-actively so I can avoid looking completely ridiculous.
I guess if this has shown me anything it's that I'm not very good at reading people. Or that I'm overly doubtful of myself.
It'd be nice to have a cute girl who knows a lot of music (both familiar and unfamiliar), and speaks two languages (though I'm not sure why I find this to be a necessity), and who will stay up late with me to listen to the Clash and drink whiskey and smoke cigarettes (but doesn't have her own pack. Once again, why does this matter?). And it's nice being around someone whom I can say anything to and not feel stupid or unnecessarily crass. Maybe this is just a pipe dream, but I'll keep dreaming it in hopes that... I don't know. Well, in hopes of satisfaction, of course.
I now understand the single life in a way that I didn't before, with all the drinking and the cigarettes and the uncertainty and the coping with wandering through a wondering mind.

Let's see... thoughts... I got nothing. Well, the president's supposed to be in Chicago today, and what sounded like Marine One flew over the coffee shop. Supposedly he's still in DC, though, possibly deterred by all the children getting shot in Chicago these days.