We_ArE_VeNOM
Master Don Juan
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Mannn, listen!!
I will share an experience that I had last weekend..I would have shared it sooner, but I was waiting on an update first.
And I just got the update .
This story is meant to drive home the point that I keep emphasizing, which is..
Do NOT WAIT ON (or count on) IOI's.
And I say this not because IOI's are terrible things, but because a woman can like you, but she will NEVER give off signals or any indication that she does.
Or, what if you perceive her kindness as an IOI, but in actuality, she was just being nice?
Wayyy to much wiggle room in there.
But I will leave it there, since you guys don't listen anyway.
....
Now, to the story..
A little background: Every Saturday or Sunday morning, I am at the gym.
The gym opens at 5am, and I am there no later than 5:30.
I'm usually there for 3-4 hours.
After I leave the gym, I go to the grocery store which is directly across the street...so that I can get my weeks worth of food items to tie me over through the next week.
This has been my weekly routine for about 2 months now...and usually, it is the same cast of employees that work there during those morning hours...so I am used to seeing the same employees.
....
One of those employees is an older, black lady. She is about 5'9 and looked to be in her late 40's or mid 50's.
I dont see her every single weekend, but I've seen her enough and we've made eye contact in passing a few times.
She is a manager in the store and typically, she is walking around the store in a fast pace and is almost always walking with, or in the presence of another employee.
She has a nice size rack, and has a sense of grace and dignity about her.
If I recall, she has greeted me at least once in the store before.
And on this particular day, she was wearing a shirt that displayed a LOT of cleavage .
....
Now, here is where things get interesting
Last Sunday, I had left the gym and did my usual grocery shopping.
I had checked out and rolled my cart over to the side to consolidate my grocery bags...with my backside facing the main store and thus completely oblivious to what is going on behind me.
While in my own little world, I felt a slight bump on my backside.
I look up and turned my head to the side, and it is the manager lady.
She bumped me as she walked past me...and she kept walking and didn't say a word!!
That is, until she got about 10 feet away, turning her head to say "oh, im sorry"
Me (jokingly): Naw, you did that on purpose.
Her (smiling): I didn't. I'm sorry.
She was in the midst of walking towards the little managers office which was straight ahead..but as we conversed, she turned around and walked back towards me.
So, as she walked back towards me and getting ready to past me, I walked along side her and said..
Me: You know what that means, right? Now, I have to give you my number.
Her (giggling): Ok.
Me: I will give it to you before I leave.
Her (giggling): Ok.
.....
You could tell she was extremely nervous.
I told her to wait but she kept walking.
Luckily, there was a table with papers and a pen (where people can sign up for shiit), and I used the pen and paper to write down my number.
By this time, she had disappeared in one of the aisles, and I knew she was headed towards the backroom and right before she went through the door..
Me: Miss, this is my number. Hit me up, I need to talk to you about something.
Her (giggling): Ok.
I handed her the paper and she disappeared through the door.
...
Now, of course, after everything went down since last Sunday, I've been reflecting on the whole interaction..with mixed emotions.
She didn't call or text me yet, so maybe the entire thing (the bump) was inadvertent after all, and I got the wrong impression.
Well..
Earlier today after I woke up from my usual "after work" nap... someone left a text message.
"This is (let's call her Valerie). How are you?".
Now mind you, I never asked (nor did she give me) her name during our encounter.
Me (text): Valerie. Valerie who?
Since she's yet to respond, I googled her name and the store that she works..and sure enough there is a LinkedIn profile with her name, and the store..it is her picture and her manager job title at the store.
It is her.
That is the latest update.
.....
If/when I get around to speaking to her, I will use her as a case study.
I am going to ask her a few questions about our encounter, and everything leading up to it..which could have been weeks in the making...and share with you guys my results because this is important.
.....
And I wonder; that shirt she wore, which displayed hella cleavage.
Doesn't seem like the kind of shirt a manager should wear at work.
Did she wear it at random?
Or, was she subtlety eyeing me for weeks, and wore it as a means to impress (and bringing it home with the bump).
I don't know, but I'm going to find out that and much more.
One for the ages.
Mannn, listen!!
I will share an experience that I had last weekend..I would have shared it sooner, but I was waiting on an update first.
And I just got the update .
This story is meant to drive home the point that I keep emphasizing, which is..
Do NOT WAIT ON (or count on) IOI's.
And I say this not because IOI's are terrible things, but because a woman can like you, but she will NEVER give off signals or any indication that she does.
Or, what if you perceive her kindness as an IOI, but in actuality, she was just being nice?
Wayyy to much wiggle room in there.
But I will leave it there, since you guys don't listen anyway.
....
Now, to the story..
A little background: Every Saturday or Sunday morning, I am at the gym.
The gym opens at 5am, and I am there no later than 5:30.
I'm usually there for 3-4 hours.
After I leave the gym, I go to the grocery store which is directly across the street...so that I can get my weeks worth of food items to tie me over through the next week.
This has been my weekly routine for about 2 months now...and usually, it is the same cast of employees that work there during those morning hours...so I am used to seeing the same employees.
....
One of those employees is an older, black lady. She is about 5'9 and looked to be in her late 40's or mid 50's.
I dont see her every single weekend, but I've seen her enough and we've made eye contact in passing a few times.
She is a manager in the store and typically, she is walking around the store in a fast pace and is almost always walking with, or in the presence of another employee.
She has a nice size rack, and has a sense of grace and dignity about her.
If I recall, she has greeted me at least once in the store before.
And on this particular day, she was wearing a shirt that displayed a LOT of cleavage .
....
Now, here is where things get interesting
Last Sunday, I had left the gym and did my usual grocery shopping.
I had checked out and rolled my cart over to the side to consolidate my grocery bags...with my backside facing the main store and thus completely oblivious to what is going on behind me.
While in my own little world, I felt a slight bump on my backside.
I look up and turned my head to the side, and it is the manager lady.
She bumped me as she walked past me...and she kept walking and didn't say a word!!
That is, until she got about 10 feet away, turning her head to say "oh, im sorry"
Me (jokingly): Naw, you did that on purpose.
Her (smiling): I didn't. I'm sorry.
She was in the midst of walking towards the little managers office which was straight ahead..but as we conversed, she turned around and walked back towards me.
So, as she walked back towards me and getting ready to past me, I walked along side her and said..
Me: You know what that means, right? Now, I have to give you my number.
Her (giggling): Ok.
Me: I will give it to you before I leave.
Her (giggling): Ok.
.....
You could tell she was extremely nervous.
I told her to wait but she kept walking.
Luckily, there was a table with papers and a pen (where people can sign up for shiit), and I used the pen and paper to write down my number.
By this time, she had disappeared in one of the aisles, and I knew she was headed towards the backroom and right before she went through the door..
Me: Miss, this is my number. Hit me up, I need to talk to you about something.
Her (giggling): Ok.
I handed her the paper and she disappeared through the door.
...
Now, of course, after everything went down since last Sunday, I've been reflecting on the whole interaction..with mixed emotions.
She didn't call or text me yet, so maybe the entire thing (the bump) was inadvertent after all, and I got the wrong impression.
Well..
Earlier today after I woke up from my usual "after work" nap... someone left a text message.
"This is (let's call her Valerie). How are you?".
Now mind you, I never asked (nor did she give me) her name during our encounter.
Me (text): Valerie. Valerie who?
Since she's yet to respond, I googled her name and the store that she works..and sure enough there is a LinkedIn profile with her name, and the store..it is her picture and her manager job title at the store.
It is her.
That is the latest update.
.....
If/when I get around to speaking to her, I will use her as a case study.
I am going to ask her a few questions about our encounter, and everything leading up to it..which could have been weeks in the making...and share with you guys my results because this is important.
.....
And I wonder; that shirt she wore, which displayed hella cleavage.
Doesn't seem like the kind of shirt a manager should wear at work.
Did she wear it at random?
Or, was she subtlety eyeing me for weeks, and wore it as a means to impress (and bringing it home with the bump).
I don't know, but I'm going to find out that and much more.
One for the ages.