Cute Girl Report

A little back ground: These were weekly reports written when I was getting my college boy degree. I'm currently pursuing a career as governer which explains and excuses the drunken spelling. Dave Ninja saved my email reports and compiled 'em into one big mound of crap.

Due to unpopular demand, I've broken this down into month size chunks. Lucky you.


Okay, here's the set-up. I met this girl the first day of school, and then lo and behold she turns out to be in one of my classes. I came home, and started writing the Cute Girl Report up on my roommate's wall. Some days it kinda sucks, and some days it ain't so bad. But it is long and it is text based, and after all, you are just killing time at work or between classes.


Wed., Nov. 1: CG shows up, she missed Monday because she was studying for an exam. She complains that she missed the Castro Street Halloween thing for the first time in 6 years, so she could go see "Phantom." Then she talked about how great "Phantom" was, and how she saw it for free because her friend had tickets. I was waiting for some explanation of how her friend got tickets (Directed it? Owns the theater maybe? Wrote, starred, and produced it?), but no luck. She did some more talking too, but I wasn't really paying attention, so I can't remember any of it.

Date: Mon, 6 Nov 1995 16:45:57 -0800 (PST): CG shows up in class and doesn't say much. After class she asks me if I went to any punk rock shows this weekend. When I say three of 'em, she snickers and says, "Gilman?" in a drawn out way. Gil-man. Nope, I say. Before I can ask her how went her raving, we're interrupted by the prof who's setting up a campus museum job for me. As CG and I leave she coughs 'cause she's sick. Wednesday, I'll have to ask if it was all her raving that made her sick.

As a Cute Girl side note, Dave Ninja and I drove down Haight on Saturday hoping to spot her. No such luck. She's elusive game outside of school.

A message on our hunting...

---------- Forwarded message ----------
Date: Mon, 6 Nov 1995 21:51:18 -0500
Subject: Re: CG Report 11/6/95

Bravo, good hunting, old boy. Next time wear big floppy hats and leave atrail of X, you might get lucky. Perhaps if you took a lot of X you might beable to see her. I have a feeling the stuff makes you invisible to all nonusers.

good luck

Date: Wed, 8 Nov 1995 18:02:26 -0800 (PST)
Subject: Wed., 11/8

I walk in and CG says, "I like your Hawaiian shirt. It's very archaeological. It seems like archaeologists like those things." The prof wears 'em a lot and so did the prof who organized the dig in Ireland she went on. I ask her to tell me a rave story, and she says she's going to one, two weekends from now. I say, no tell me a story about one. CG replies, "I went to one a while back and it seemed like there were only weirdos there. Bobby the guy from New York with the huge belly was only wearing overalls, and his belly was hanging out. It's not a party unless Bobby's there. Me and my friends were all 'Whooo! It's Bobby!' it's so funny." And then she starts laughing thinking back. I asked if she was wearing a Cat-in-the-hat hat, and she said she's not that kind of raver. Then she told me lots of people at raves suck on pacifiers 'cause the X makes 'em grind their teeth. She just toughs it out. You gotta love that Cute Girl.

Date: Sun, 12 Nov 1995 23:18:42 -0800 (PST): It was Veteran's Day, so I cut class. Okay, not really. I cut class for a dumber reason--Lil Bunnies practice. Not to whore out the Cute Girl to push my own personal agenda, but the Lil Bunnies recorded on Sunday. Maybe that limey will still want to put out the record. I dunno.