a thing in 21 photos in 2003
videogames
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Right before I handed her the gun, she flashed a million dollar smile and warned us all that she once held the high score in "Time Crisis." (which is another shooting game). (Tall, hot, foreign and kick-ass at video games?)
Fast forward forty agonizing minutes, and like twenty-something rounds later and Larissa's still not yet managed to shoot ONE GODDAMNED BUCK. Seriously not one. Not even by accident!
She was getting really angry and told us "I'll be right back." and she um, never came back. Which was actually a relief because at that point I was running out of clever, encouraging things to say after each time she failed to grasp the (seemingly basic) concept of "shooting a video game rifle."
After all that, you might think that when she tried to sneak out past us twenty minutes later that I'd ignore her...well that's where you'd be wrong, sir. I followed her out and asked her for her number and was promptly told that she "had a boyfriend." I thought I was getting the royal brush-off, but two days later, Grant saw her in Union Square with her boyfriend.
Me: "Really? What was he like?"
Grant: "Some old rich dude."
Me: "Really? Fack! How rich?"
Grant: "Real rich."
Me: "How old?"
Grant: "Real old. I'll bet you anything he's got 'salt and pepper' pubes."
Where are all the smoking, hot Eastern European girls who are really good at video games, huh? Email me.
(Post Script - Apparently Grant saw Larissa in Williamsburg the other day and she was with some young, good looking guy. So at this point it's unconfirmed whether or not "SaltNPeppa" was, in fact, her boyfriend.)
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