the first question on your mind is, "why hand a chick your number?". It was at Lenscrafters. I'm 25. I work and go to college, and this chick knew it because I told her during one of several conversations.
I was with my parents, waiting for my name to be called, and this attractive woman calls my name to be tested. We were chatting throughout, and being flirtatious the entire time.
My parents go in next and she gives them their eye test.
I get called in by the doctor, finish my eye exam, and the chick approaches me for the type of glasses im getting. We continue to flirt and chat, and when my parents finish their eye exam, all of us go through the process of getting lenses.
I thought to myself "hey, this girl is cool, and might like me a little". This is a 2 and a half hour process.
At the very end, before we all leave, I shake the girl's hand, and while shaking, hand a folded card with my number written on it, and without trying to look at it or do anything, hesitates to receive it and slips her hand away, leaving me with the card.
She looks at me, not open to any questions, and shuts the gate of the store in front of me because the store was closing.
All I can feel is fire, and I gave her a look she will probably never forget. That isnt enough for me.
How could a person be capable of rejection like that? She could have chosen many creative ways for rejection, as I did when I was talking to her and having conversations.
hate face >< haha...deep hate.
I was with my parents, waiting for my name to be called, and this attractive woman calls my name to be tested. We were chatting throughout, and being flirtatious the entire time.
My parents go in next and she gives them their eye test.
I get called in by the doctor, finish my eye exam, and the chick approaches me for the type of glasses im getting. We continue to flirt and chat, and when my parents finish their eye exam, all of us go through the process of getting lenses.
I thought to myself "hey, this girl is cool, and might like me a little". This is a 2 and a half hour process.
At the very end, before we all leave, I shake the girl's hand, and while shaking, hand a folded card with my number written on it, and without trying to look at it or do anything, hesitates to receive it and slips her hand away, leaving me with the card.
She looks at me, not open to any questions, and shuts the gate of the store in front of me because the store was closing.
All I can feel is fire, and I gave her a look she will probably never forget. That isnt enough for me.
How could a person be capable of rejection like that? She could have chosen many creative ways for rejection, as I did when I was talking to her and having conversations.
hate face >< haha...deep hate.