Three out of five! My absolute favorite places. On paper this is funny. In real life it is more fun than I could have imagined.

I’m not limited to Las Vegas or even China. I’ve got friends all over the world and Los Angeles is within reach on any weekend. I can drive there in just 4 hours or fly there in 1 hour plus the airport wait.

“That leaves a lot of hours to do whatever you want to.”

Its we now.

我们

I’ve never seen a stuffed animal store. These toys just sort of show up in random places for no good reason. I see these two sitting on top of the frozen food aisle. They are pretty high up in the air but I can reach them. I’m taking them. I’ll find a home for them.

“Is that a Panda next to them? It’s all part of the cosmic unconsciousness. “

I have two unicorns and two tickets to the concert event in Southern California called Dreamstate. I always buy two of everything. That’s a habit I’ll break soon but for now it’s always pairs. I gave one of them to Christina.

I don’t know it but I’ve given a plush unicorn to one of the real unicorns in the whole scene. She is very popular and I’ll see her in other cities too. With social media and marketing the music scene is pretty interactive and there are lots of pictures. It’s like superfans for sports, but for music. It’s very inclusive too. Everyone is welcomed and can join the tribe. This tribe is the Trance Family.

I’m in here along with the unicorn that brought me. I won’t have to drive while I’m here. It’s a two day festival with five stages and there are many thousands of the ‘fam’ represented here. I’m going to meet a dozen or more of my friends irl this weekend.

It’s amazing because so many recognize me and I them. Having seen and read what they shared with me online, seeing them in person really brings them to life. There is so much affection. So many people light up when we see them.

“Everybody is lit.”

There are going to be creative scenes throughout the festival atmosphere. This is Dreamstate – it will be visually appealing.

I love that my friends share pictures and videos they are taking. There’s a constant stream of all the things we do. You might think it will never end. In a way, it won’t.

Tribal beats. Very creative album from the boyz. It’s not a mosh pit but it has the feel of it. The drum and bass is the same.

This girl lives in Los Angeles. I’m going to meet her at Dreamstate. She’s one of my new friends and I’ve already put her into the ‘special’ status. She’s the most dangerous person in my life. I’ll swim too far for this one. She is not safe for me and she’s going to leave an impression.

“Like when you get run over by a train?”

Rat shaped pretzels. There was quite a line for that pretzel. I might have bought one if I didn’t have to wait in the line. It probably cost fifteen dollars so this picture is enough for me. I think Disney is 4x pricing. Disneyland is smaller than I remember it. She’s got a season ticket. There must be more to it than I see because I thought I saw it all in one day, mostly while I stood in a line for something.

I wonder what version year of the tv show ‘Friends’ this is. Is Ross having sex with Rachel or the other? Am I thinkin of Chandler Bong? Maybe I’m thinking of some other show.

“Jersey Shore? The Apprentice?”

Who’s secretly pining for who? What have they unwittingly revealed to the security analyst? My intuition can’t be trusted. I’ll go with whatever they say because that’s what they want me to think.

However.

“Shénme?”

“Wonderland. Alice on a mushroom. I can relate.”

I wonder why all the girlz friend me but not all the boyz. I don’t feel a need to change it so the why question doesn’t stay in my mind long enough to care. I have a thousand friends. Many are friends of friends. It’s like a chain made of many circles. They talk, I listen.

Random thought: the boyz I know don’t brag about their relationships. They are really quiet about it.

However.

“Shénme?”

Talking about crazy behavior of women does happen. Complete with shared screenshots.

“Hey! We’re the same!”

I’m reminded of Jerry’s comment about some women being mean. I don’t know why. These girls aren’t mean. They are normies. Just because I know them doesn’t mean we are friends.

Las Vegas can look the same to outsiders but I can tell who’s who. I don’t want any part of that life.

“They don’t want you in it either.”

Not even the friendzone, straight to India! India is one of the other most populated places on the planet. It’s part of Asia. Indians are Asians. South Asians specifically.

Some of my friends are looking for more than friends. They are traveling the same path so many do. The normie dream is shattered and the memories of all the options you had lead you back into the dating scene. You might think you are just going to continue on, but with someone else, and maybe you will. Your life might seem new and exciting but it really isn’t so far away from the normie life you had.

This Indian woman is stunning. In pictures and sitting on a yoga mat in my living room. It’s the same online and irl. This is no catfish. The rest of her is magnetic. When she tells me of her previous job selling pharma to doctors and making those unanounced sales calls to doctors offices I can visualize it. Doctors have appointments all day long. They don’t take sales calls.

Unless you look like this. Then they make time. Patients will wait. They are good at that. There’s even a room for them to wait. After all, she’s got the information on the latest wonder drugs that can save lives.

“Yea! Don’t be selfish, you can wait another ten minutes or an hour while the doctor gets the information about the bonus commissions structure and what type of man she prefers. It won’t kill you to wait.”

There’s big money in big pharma. I knew this before but now it is real to life. I’ll remember her. Her experiences are real. The nines in this world really don’t have any competition in this way. I listen to what they tell me as if were the gospel truth.

“Big pharma probably sends Chippendale Dancers to the female doctors.”

She doesn’t want you to know her name so I’ll just say it is Ling Ling. She’s Asian. India is on the continent of Asia. I don’t think I ever knew that. It seems like a catfish thing to say you are Asian. It’s the truth so ‘on paper’ you are an Asian. I’ll remember her for teaching me that fact I should have learned when I was 12.

“I was kinda busy around those years. Not everything sticks in the memory.”

She’s also proving how beautiful stays beautiful for a long time. Dating is going to be difficult for her. She’s going to match every single time at any age group. Take your pick of any man you see. They won’t be what you are hoping for but they will all say and do anything to have you. She’s not the only one to face this and it doesn’t matter if you have children or not. Who will you believe?

“Do they really have problems like that? Sounds like first-world problems most would be jealous of. Too many choices and none fit but they won’t tell you that. It seems like it never stops.”

It never occurred to me when I was young. We only thought of the local girls in our near immediate age group as options. We never saw anything else. Turns out its all women, not just some. And for many women it does seem like the whole world is wanting you.

“It isn’t the whole world. Its plenty.”

We don’t have much in common. This is the downside of these dating apps. It’s all about looks and if somebody likes you that’s what it is. There aren’t so many possibilites of what will happen when you meet someone if that’s all you started with. Is this what dating is like?

“No dating app is asking the kinds of questions you are. It’s all normie irrelevance. Nobody would answer your questions. You have to find out on your own if you want to know.”

We can’t be friends and I’m not a replacement for what you had. I’m something different. I don’t know how to tell you that directly. It’s not you, it’s me.

“Who are you talking to?”

Nobody in particular, plenty.

Aaron is leaving Las Vegas soon. One of the last things we are going to do together is meet this woman. She’s special to me. Aaron and I were doing the usual club nights and after party where we end up at one of the more well know dives. It’s still a nice place I think in the darkest hours of the night. It’s got framed paintings everywhere and a decor I don’t know how to describe. The place is called the Artisan and it is in the shadows of the tower and is strip club row anchor. There’s a lot of shady memories for a lot of people at this place.

On this night I’ll wander in and see her sitting on the bar drinking champagne in this outfit. On the bar, not at the bar, on it. Sometimes I just react without thinking. I walk right up to her and must have said something witty because it’s party on till the next day at her place. We will spend the next dozen hours or so together and I’m not going to let this one go.

I’m still making friends. I didn’t stop at a thousand. They are all over the world. It is great to have such variety in so many ways but a local friend is valued. Tourists are fun for a night but a local can be something consistent. I love waking up with the girlz, even if we never went to sleep.

We re-enact those Insta poses too.

“Posers”

We don’t post them. It’s just for us. We’re laughing about it.

“Crazy”

This is an Asian. So many Asians! Billions of them. She’s Russian. That’s North Asia. Now we know East Asians, South Asians, and North Asians. Just need to meet some West Asians and we’ll have learned a lot.

“This one is from Israel. That’s West Asia. She checks both boxes.”

‘On paper’, Russia plus Israel sounds like a hot mess.

“That won’t have anything to do with anything anyways. Hot mess? Who you channeling now?”

Did I mention I have a thousand friends? Hand picked by me. I don’t count normies. Every one of them stands out in one way or another.

“Neurologically divergent?”

A chain of circles.

The other plush unicorn went to the blonde. I have a good feeling for this one. She seems to match me in many ways, I want to know her better, maybe we can be more than friends. We can take some time, there’s no rush, we are having fun. The other girl is a unicorn too I just don’t know it yet.

This is at a nightclub in Los Angeles. Our music is played at clubs and theater venues. You can tell these places have been here for a very long time. I’m sure they all have histories. This is Hollywood. We’re part of it.

One of my favorite things to do is go to the front of the stage, turn around and work my way back and across the crowd, facing everyone as I go. I see every face. I smile at everyone.

‘Some smile and some keep you guessing.’

In this place it is welcomed and I find my friends too. They thought they would never see me. Some squeel, some jump into my arms, some are like a warm blanket you want to cover every inch of you.

“Magnetic.”

Is it me? Is it them? Is it chemistry? You know it when it happens. It happens a lot. I’m definitely part of it and I know why. I know where this comes from. I’ll never forget what it feels like to have someone withold affection. I’ll never be like that. You don’t have to let go and I won’t either. You can have all you want.

She’s funny. I get it.

“No you don’t and you won’t.”

Dizzle is Martha. It wasn’t too hard to find out who’s behind these comments. It sounds like she is single. I’ll find out a lot more in the next few years.

That name is an instant attention getter for me. I didn’t name myself. I was just born and needed a name so I was given one. Later I got a nickname. Once somebody wanted me to change my name. But never did I try to give myself a name I would like to have. Encountering Asians ‘in the wild’ (not twinkies), I saw they had named themselves. Did she?

“Why can’t she just be Ling? That’s a fine name. It’s good for a nickname too. Doesn’t she want to be Ling Ling?”

I will always wonder how they decide to be a particular name. I’m so curious, it will be a question when I can fit it in. Why Martha? Did you want me to think of Martha Stewart? It’s the only Martha that I know of. It’s an old name, like Elizabeth, or Blanche. Something we don’t hear much. Maybe we have an aunt or distant relative in the family tree with one of the old names.

We’ll be friends and I’ll make her laugh.

“That’s what you think!”

“Who’s BadJokeBen?”

If a girl is commenting on your posts, she likes you.

“What about me?”

There are so many Cougars in Los Angeles.

“That’s not helping me.”

I’m trying to make her laugh but Ben already beat me out. I’m never first. What’s he got that I don’t?

“Better jokes?”

Oh, is this some sort of Joke-Off competition now? Is that the game now?

Some comedians go blue when the crowd is off. It’s a desperate move. Don’t make me go there Martha!

“I got a pet name for you too.”

“Hope you have a good time with Ben – Cradle Robber”

Is that going to be her pet name?

Told you. I don’t make the rules. You can hate the game but don’t hate the player.

“227 downvotes.”

Idk what their problem is. Not everybody can do the math. This is what we call a linear equation and they should have mastered that in the 7th grade.

“I was 12 then.”

Well that explains a lot.

“She likes them young. Isn’t she special.”

I’m Facebook friends with Martha now, so now I see her life. I see her on a podcast and I hear her voice. She’s so California. Binny says twinkie. I never really understand where yellow comes from, Asians do not look yellow to me. I see shades between toilet bowl white and beach tan brown but never yellow. She’s involved in marrying off other Asians. It’s club or something. She will get her turn. She’s already got him picked. He’ll come around and ask with enough pressure. I gotta think that club is intense.

I think she drunk texted on IG from a Vegas hotel once but I didn’t meet up with her that time. I don’t remember why.

“Maybe it never actually happened. Show me the screenshot. I know you have it.”

“That’s enought Martha for a while, she’s a breadcrumber anyways. We got things to do.”