To the Cool Girl I met playing pool in North Beach,
After a concert at Bimbo's 365, I was playing pool with a Human Male. (We just met. He was Irish and seemed like totally TLC "Crazy Sexy Cool.") You had two quarters and we had two quarters, so it was like, "Yeah, duh, let's play some pool."
You were really good at the game, saying shit like, "Purple in the right pocket," and then making the shot. You were wearing a Heather Gray T-shirt and cool-ass-earrings. In between turns, you'd stepped out the door for a drag because this is your town and nobody was going to fuck with you.
When I was across the table, I overheard you say to the Human Male, "Oh, she's your girlfriend, right? She's super pretty, has a total ride-or-die attitude and smells good."
I've never felt so flattered.
You win everything. You obviously won the game. Mostly because I shot the black ball in. But in particular, last night, you won the Wing Woman Award of The Year.
I wish you everything good and delightful in the world. I have to say thank you. The Human Male got my number and t'would be great to see him again, but what I really got that night was so much more important... My Ride-or-Die Attitude.
Thanks for reminding me how awesome people can be. I love this effing city.