Marlimus
Senior Don Juan
I was in the college gym Friday night, hurting myself, getting my fix, when I see my 'type'. She's short, petite, with a dazzling smile and long curly hair.
I walk past, and I notice that she looks over her shoulder at me and quickly looks away. My gut tells me to go for it.
I approach her from the side, having decided to use my ancestry opener.
I start off by saying 'hey' first to get her attention, and then started in with my opener:
"By any chance, do you have European ancestry in your family? Particularly eastern europe?" No smiling. Facial expression of genuine curiousity
She says...yeah! Romania! How did you know that?"
I said "I could tell by your features." What's your name?
Her: T. What's yours?
Me: (my name)
Her: (spends about 4 minutes trying to pronounce it right)
Me: What's your extension?
Her: I dunno...xxxx, I think.
Now, this is an acceptable excuse. The campus phones only can call on campus, and most students just use their cellphones and don't even bother to actually plug in the campus phone.
Me: You know what, I'm on the computer alot anyway. Email would be better.
her: Would you remember it?
Me: "We'll see."
Her: okay, its xxxx@blahblah.edu
Me: okay, I'd love to keep chatting but I have to get back to my workout. Later!
Now the thing about this encounter is that when I walked up to her, she turned and started smiling at the exact same time, almost before, I said 'hey,' and she looked as though she herself was about to say something before I launched my opener. There was no ***** shield to penetrate, no need for ****y and funny or routines.
I had been pre-approved. And I knew why. I had been pumping iron steadily for about a year now, and was wearing a tight fighting polo shirt that exposed my chest.
It felt good, but I felt cheated. I felt as if my game didn't matter. So anyway, guys, this report comes with a tip
HIT THE FVCKIN GYM.
I walk past, and I notice that she looks over her shoulder at me and quickly looks away. My gut tells me to go for it.
I approach her from the side, having decided to use my ancestry opener.
I start off by saying 'hey' first to get her attention, and then started in with my opener:
"By any chance, do you have European ancestry in your family? Particularly eastern europe?" No smiling. Facial expression of genuine curiousity
She says...yeah! Romania! How did you know that?"
I said "I could tell by your features." What's your name?
Her: T. What's yours?
Me: (my name)
Her: (spends about 4 minutes trying to pronounce it right)
Me: What's your extension?
Her: I dunno...xxxx, I think.
Now, this is an acceptable excuse. The campus phones only can call on campus, and most students just use their cellphones and don't even bother to actually plug in the campus phone.
Me: You know what, I'm on the computer alot anyway. Email would be better.
her: Would you remember it?
Me: "We'll see."
Her: okay, its xxxx@blahblah.edu
Me: okay, I'd love to keep chatting but I have to get back to my workout. Later!
Now the thing about this encounter is that when I walked up to her, she turned and started smiling at the exact same time, almost before, I said 'hey,' and she looked as though she herself was about to say something before I launched my opener. There was no ***** shield to penetrate, no need for ****y and funny or routines.
I had been pre-approved. And I knew why. I had been pumping iron steadily for about a year now, and was wearing a tight fighting polo shirt that exposed my chest.
It felt good, but I felt cheated. I felt as if my game didn't matter. So anyway, guys, this report comes with a tip
HIT THE FVCKIN GYM.