“New York is amazing!” Bob exclaimed. “You just get out and the girls are everywhere! They are great and they’re really interested in older guys! It’s a different ballgame, up here! I met this Polish girl the other night when I was out, she was so into me! She’s only 22, and a college student, but we’re going to meet soon.”
“Great!” I replied.
Bob continues bragging, “You’re the only person I know that’s not happy with the girls in America! Your problem is that you blame the system. There is nothing wrong with the system. When things don’t work I blame myself. You’re living in the wrong city. I’ve been telling you that for years, but you just don’t listen. New York City is great, there so much to do!”
“I thought you took out that Sri Lankan girl?” I stated.
“Yeah, Friday night, I did.” Bob said. “She is so into me!”
“I thought you said you don’t like Indian type girls and that you only like 6 foot tall Eastern European girls?” I asked.
“She’s different; she’s lived in 8 countries!” Bob said.
“I thought you told me she was 36 and looks only average and has too much junk in the trunk.” I replied.
“Naw, she looks OK”, replied Bob. “The system is fine you’re just not putting your effort into the right places. You know, you’re all over the place!”
“No, I’m not all over the place.” I replied. “I know what I’m doing. I’m going overseas.”
“You can go overseas and go for the 90% sure thing,” Bob said, like this is some weakness.
“I’m booking my flight to Brazil, tomorrow,” I replied.
“But I’m willing to stay in the US and go after the 10% chance that something will happen! Even if there is only a 1% chance, I’m willing to still go for it!” Bob proudly boasts.
“Great.” I replied.
“I’m a fighter and I’ll never give up!” Bob stubbornly states this like this is some virtue.
“O.K., when I’m in Brazil, I’ll fuck an extra girl for you. We’ll have a toast to Bob the fighter!” I replied.