Brenbaus, you forgot about me. How could you! I'm hurt!
You douche.
Anyway, I have two field reports. I'll try to keep them shorter than the last time.
So yesterday I decided to drop in at Bennigan's to see if any of the old crew was still there (from before I disappeared from there). I was talking to an old friend and I saw a waitress who I'd never seen before. She was only like an HB7 but I didn't even think about it. I just started gaming on her without even thinking about it, which is how I know things are really coming along. She was wearing a shirt that was a much brighter green than the normal Bennigan's shirt.
Me: Whoah, do you guys have new shirts?
she looks over at me and smiles
Me: Oh wait! That is NOT a Bennigan's Shirt! What are you trying to pull?
Her: Well you know, I was -
Me: No, no, no. Don't give me any excuses. You were just trying to stand out. Trying to be a rebel. Look, you're even wearing Chucks. I know your type...just go back to work...
Her: (laughing) Okay.
So I go back to talking to my friend, go mingle around the rest of the old workers, then head to the bar to have a drink or two. I met this guy there who really knew his sh*t. We talked about women and he told me a few things which I will recount in a new thread. He bought me some drinks and we shot the sh*t for a good while. When he left, I paid my bill and went to go sober up some before trying to drive home. So I was talking to this one kid who's been there for God knows how long and everytime this girl passes, she glances over at me. I talked to her a little bit in between. Got her name, made a few jokes, etc. Before I left, I figured I should really just go number close her for posterity even though I wasn't that attracted to her. I hang out by one of the drink stations and wait for her to walk by. When she does, I put my hand out, she takes it, and I pull her up towards me, keeping eye-contact the whole time, and say:
Me: Hey, you should put your number in here.
Her: (looking at me oddly) Oh yeah? Why?
Me: I was just thinking it would be a good idea.
Her: Are you gonna take me out?
Me: Maybe. We'll see.
Her: What does that depend on?
Me: How I feel at the time, I guess.
Her: (gives me that "whoah, you did NOT just say that" look) Well I'll tell you what. I don't really know you and I don't give my number out like that.
Me: Well I'm pretty much awesome. (It's true, I am - but I probably shouldn't have said that)
Her: (laughing) So how about you come around a little more often and when I feel comfortable, we'll take it from there.
Me: Hmmmm, maybe...I guess we'll see.
So she goes to do something in the kitchen and I am still hanging out at my spot by the drink station, talking to some of the old crew. She is coming back and gives me a big smile. At this point, I figured I might as well go down in style so I say:
Me: Look at you, all aloof. All smug like that.
Her: Aloof? What does that mean?
Me: Hah, come on. Wait, are you going to school?
Her: No, I just work all the time.
Me: Oh, so THAT'S why you don't know the big words... (I knew this was pretty hardcore, but I just gave her a big grin)
Her: (Looks down like she can't think of how to respond. I just shocked the hell out of her by saying that) Oh, so you now you feel comfortable enough to be downing me?
I laugh and grip her shoulder like she's one of my pals. Then some guy comes and distracts her, which is right when I get a call from my ride. So I just leave without saying goodbye or anything. So that's how that went. I may go back for a follow-up or I may not. I'm not too hard-pressed.
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This next one is quick.
This morning, I was sitting on the bus, checking out this HB8 across from me. I'm reading "Napalm and Silly Putty" and giggling to myself. George Carlin is such an offensive a**hole. I love him. As I'm looking at this girl, this beautiful, BEAUTIFUL,
BEAUTIFUL black girl comes and sits down next to me. She is an HB10 all the way. Beautiful eyes, lips, facial structure, body. Everything. A total stunner. So not surprisingly, I am intimidated. I look over and smile at her when she sits down and then just go back to reading my book. The train comes to a stop and I look around to see if it's mine. As I'm looking, she says "It's Gallery Place." I look over at her and say "thanks" with a big smile but go back to reading my book because I'm still intimidated. I know my stop is coming soon though, so I've got to do something. I pull out my mints, take one, and gesture to her. She says "sure!" and I rattle one out into her hand. Then I ask her:
Me: Where are you headed?
Her: Work - at Foggy Bottom
Me: Oh yeah? Do you work at GWU?
Her: No, I work at a law firm out there.
Me: nodding Well that's kinda' cool.
Her: So where are you headed?
Me: I'm going to L'enfant Plaza - Coast Guard Headquarters.
Her: Oh, cool! Are you in the coast guard?
Me: Nah, I'm a contractor.
Her: What do you do for them?
Me: I'm a graphic designer
Her: Oh, wow! That's great! It means you're creative!
Me: Hehe - I am pretty creative.
Then we get to our stop and we get off the train. She makes a joke about the announcer on the train, and I joke back at her. We actually have a pretty good banter. At that point, this girl is attractive for more than just her looks. She is speeding ahead and I sort of walk slower. I start to feel self-conscious because she's walking ahead of me and not trying to stay back. When we get to the bottom of the escalator, my confidence was hanging by a thread. I was so close to just walking away, it scares me. But this one was too good to just leave. So I turn around, walk up to her, and say:
Me: Hey, you actually seem pretty cool so why don't you give me your number or E-mail or something.
Her: (with a shocked smile) Wow. What's your name?
Me: Sloopy. And what's yours?
Her: Nydia
Me: Nydia, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Her: Well I will give you my E-mail.
Me: Alright, let me see if I have anything. (We are both rooting around looking for paper - I don't normally carry a pad around with me. I just use my cell phone)
Her: So that was pretty bold of you
Me: Well, I wouldn't give up an opportunity to know a potentially cool person
Her: (in a sweet voice) Yeah, I wouldn't either. How long have you lived here?
Me: About 5 years, why?
Her: Well I've found that the people who've just moved here tend to be friendlier - not many people FROM here are like that.
She finds a piece of paper, I hand her a pen (teamwork, people!) and writes down her E-mail. I take it from her, tell her to have a great day. And as I'm leaving, she calls out "E-mail me!" I just keep walking like I didn't hear.
Anyway, I am so excited about this one, guys. I realize I may have been a little too supplicant but I've decided to back off from the c/f for a little bit. I was still kind of dizzy the whole time because she was so beautiful and seemed so cool but I think I hid it pretty well. Besides, she seemed genuinely cool. Even having her as a friend couldn't hurt (but we won't let that happen will we...
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So I have a date tonight with that girl from the party and this last number close is going to help me stay cool and collected on this date. Wish me luck, guys!
Oh, here's the date plan, just so you know.
I know it's tired, but there's not much else to do on a Friday night so I'm going to take her to this cool, beatnik-style, pseudo-vegetarian restaraunt and then afterwards, we're going to the Charles Theatre right across the street. They are showing a French film - a remake of the 1978 classic 'Fingers.' It's called "The beat my heart skipped" and I hear it is phenomenal. I ALSO brough a contingency plan in case we don't feel like going to the movie after dinner or something. I brought a nice bottle of chardonnay, and one of red zinfandel. I packed it up in my wine-case with two wine-glasses and the movie 'Lost in Translation' which I know she hasn't seen. So that's the backup - I think it was a pretty good idea. What do you guys think?
Onward, upward!
~Sloopy
