AlwaysExcel
Senior Don Juan
I got a flat tire tonight and was stopped a long the road trying to figure out the jack on my brother's truck, while it was lightly sprinkling outside. This cute girl pulls up with her GF in a car behind her. I'm caught off guard and feeling a little weak because I'm having such trouble changing a flat, like a girl would. She asks if I was ok. I say "yeah, it's just a flat." She asks if I need to use her cell and gets out of the car.
As I'm calling my brother about his janky jack, I'm thinking that I should get this girl's number. It's not so much that she is gorgeous but just for the opportunity of the situation and the pride of being ballsy enough. Unfortunately, the AFC voice inside of me that I'm usually successful at smothering, pipes up with discouraging words. Plus, as I scrambled to decide whether to ask for the number, my mind went blank and I couldn't think of a smooth way to ask.
After the call, as she starts to get back into the car, I asked her name and thanked her. PERFECT time! Well as you may guess, a minute after she left, I realized, DUH! I should've simply said I was impressed that she stopped to help a stranger and wanted to thank her by taking her out and then got the number. Curses!
Again, it's not losing a chance with this girl that galls me, although the more I think about it, she may have some pretty cool qualities to make her stop like that. But the worst thing is backsliding into AFCness. I thought I had the approach and close under control and that intimate convo was the area that needed the most work. It goes to show that I'm still a work in progress. Ah well, live and learn.
As I'm calling my brother about his janky jack, I'm thinking that I should get this girl's number. It's not so much that she is gorgeous but just for the opportunity of the situation and the pride of being ballsy enough. Unfortunately, the AFC voice inside of me that I'm usually successful at smothering, pipes up with discouraging words. Plus, as I scrambled to decide whether to ask for the number, my mind went blank and I couldn't think of a smooth way to ask.
After the call, as she starts to get back into the car, I asked her name and thanked her. PERFECT time! Well as you may guess, a minute after she left, I realized, DUH! I should've simply said I was impressed that she stopped to help a stranger and wanted to thank her by taking her out and then got the number. Curses!
Again, it's not losing a chance with this girl that galls me, although the more I think about it, she may have some pretty cool qualities to make her stop like that. But the worst thing is backsliding into AFCness. I thought I had the approach and close under control and that intimate convo was the area that needed the most work. It goes to show that I'm still a work in progress. Ah well, live and learn.