HB ReporterBlondieSocialite

Number I got Friday night. Notes to work with.

This girl's a night life reporter on a local network. She interview's celebs and shit when they're in town. She's four years older than me.

What we talked about:
- She interviewed Will Smith when she was coming out of college. when we talked about my old fro/flattop
- Her celebrity wishlist interview is Jay Z and Beyonce
- She's really passionate about reporting/interviewing. When she was a little kid, her parent's used to take her to the zoo, she would interview the employees about the animals. She alway knew she was going to be a reporter. Studied journalism in college.
- Talked about the dj who was fucking killing it. Some dj that wasn't trying to get famous, just was trying to make really good mixes. How we respect that etc.



Interaction was like this:
She qualifies herself endlessly too me, there was something in the vibe that I was putting out. I think my body language was really leaned back, like in the video that MW put out. Like I had this skeptical look on my face and she just kept qualifying herself and I was like wow that's cool, and actually ment it. I remember acknowledging something she said by saying wow you're like actually real. I watched her her react to that, than she goes off on how being real is a big deal to her, how it's one of her values. I end up talking to her for a while about her job, childhood etc. This was really interesting because it was I could see her reacting to what I was saying. I was all up in her space sometimes and sometimes would back up. We had nonstop eye contact the whole time.

I head outside and go back in and talk to HBreporter and I'm full on physical with her. Pulling her in basically talking right into her cheek. She ends up telling me, I'm lucky her boyfriend isn't around right now. I pull back a little since I realize her social circle is around than continue talking to her about the music etc. I than realize I got to bounce, I've got a drive back to my house and have to walk back to my car which is at least 2 miles away. I go for the number clothes and she makes sure that I know that her card has her cellphone number on it and that she's out all the time blah blah. Basically a nice social way to say, here's my number text me and possibly fuck me when I'm not surrounded by people in my social circle.

I'll throw some ideas up when I'm not tired as fuck.