Peacocking

I started my week off with a day at the beach!!! Yes, with my broken leg I hobble to the beach, find piece of sand and read for a while. I enjoy my solitude. I send no vibes of needing company. But 'they' find me. A summer beach filled with ladies working on their skin cancer, I get approached. An old man walks up to me an rambles for a good 5 minutes. I continue to keep my nose in my book as he continues to ramble. But then he starts to take a seat.

"Do you mind if I join you? I don't have a suit, just my training shorts...you know Speedos."

Rach to Rach conversation "My therapist told me I need to exercise being assertive on strangers. Here is my chance."

"umm, actually, I am trying to finish this book".

Assertion, come on REALLY Rach. That is all you got. Next time say 'NO'. But it worked. He left. I looked around me. Why me? REALLY. There were 7 other cute girls, just as focused in their books as I was, and I was the chosen one.

On Thursday Night:
My house mate and I have infamous stories on nights out. This night particular we both had curly hair! Trouble! I was actually nervous for the night. Which is quite strange, because I am rarely nervous. We skipped the line 30 minute line, got escorted in by the manager, dont ask how, and then a friend of mine offered to get us into the club for free! We were set. Since I cant dance and we are forced to sit down and watch the club, we invent a game. We decided to play the passport game. Basically we try to meet as many international people as we can. We use the camera and ask a foreign looking person (male or female) to take our photo. Our first two stamps were female. One Brazilian and one girl from Switzerland (switzerlandian?).
A white boy (heaven forbid) walks over and offers to take our picture. We read each others mind "no" but we both have a problem with assertion so we say "yes" He is quite a character. Rings all over his fingers, plaid pants, very different, very gay. We are in the safety net. And what do you know...he is another confused Italian American salsa dancer who speaks Spanish. He is part of our club. Then his friend walks over and what do you know...he is from Australia. Check! Passport stamp! We continue conversing over loud music. Australian claims to be a priest, so we do a mock wedding. Really. Now we are bored with plaid pants and need a change of scene. Like an angel, Mesopotamian guy approaches house mate. Stamp! We head up to the top floor of the club. We cant get in because it is full. I say something to the bouncer and bat my eyelashes and we get in.

1:30 comes. We leave. Plaid pants in tow. House mate has to pee. I offer her my tire. Plaid pants offers his house and a 3some. "She'd rather pee on my tire. Bye" REALLY

Apparently plaid pants was PEACOCKING. Targeting conservative girls, striking conversation with jewelery...there is a entire website on how to seduce with the peacock technique. Yet we are so naive that we didn't even realize.