Marlimus
Senior Don Juan
I'm in college. In the course of doing my laundry, I'm walking back and forth in front of the lounge where I spy a HB8.5 talking on her cell phone. I'm wearing my sleeveless, my arms are showing, I'm wearing my jewellry and i just feel damn good.
I go upstairs, I get my pickup book (a little leather and gold autograph book with a silver Parker Pen) And I take the elevator downstairs. I walk into the loungs, smiling a little, Alpha body language. I stand right in front of her, and hold it out to her.
She stops. "What is this."
Me; Its my little autograph book.
She tells the person on the phone to hold on, and starts to actually look through it.
Me: You're M, right? You got lost the other day and was asking me for directions?
Her: Yeah....This is interesting! "GYm girl? Somebody actually wrote that!?
(The book is littered with female names and phone numbers)
Me: You're a little curious, aren't you?
Her: What am I supposed to do with this?
Me: (Still cool, sitting next to her) Write your phone number in it, silly.
(She keeps looking through it)
She finds a page, takes the pen and starts to write.
Her: Its not working!
Me: Can you write? (Neg)
Her: Yeah, I can write. Here
I take the book, and look at the page. the name comes out, but the pen dries up and the numbers are barely visible.
Her: laughing) Are you going to try to read the imprint?
Me: Nah. I don't push fate. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. Bye.
I wink and smile at her, then walk out the lounge.
Comments?
I go upstairs, I get my pickup book (a little leather and gold autograph book with a silver Parker Pen) And I take the elevator downstairs. I walk into the loungs, smiling a little, Alpha body language. I stand right in front of her, and hold it out to her.
She stops. "What is this."
Me; Its my little autograph book.
She tells the person on the phone to hold on, and starts to actually look through it.
Me: You're M, right? You got lost the other day and was asking me for directions?
Her: Yeah....This is interesting! "GYm girl? Somebody actually wrote that!?
(The book is littered with female names and phone numbers)
Me: You're a little curious, aren't you?
Her: What am I supposed to do with this?
Me: (Still cool, sitting next to her) Write your phone number in it, silly.
(She keeps looking through it)
She finds a page, takes the pen and starts to write.
Her: Its not working!
Me: Can you write? (Neg)
Her: Yeah, I can write. Here
I take the book, and look at the page. the name comes out, but the pen dries up and the numbers are barely visible.
Her: laughing) Are you going to try to read the imprint?
Me: Nah. I don't push fate. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. Bye.
I wink and smile at her, then walk out the lounge.
Comments?