iqqi
Master Don Juan
here is a "reverse field report" that will back up my previous thread on body type is not that important.
i am at work (a hotel) and a guy just came in. he was smiling, i couldn't even tell if he was needing any help until i asked, because he was just chill.
me "what is your last name?", as i start pulling up the reservations
him "montejo" pause, smile, and lifted eyebrows, spanish accent, "and what is yours?"
-AFC's take note, that was charm right there.
me, smiling "iqqi"
i look up at him at this point. he is a short, lanky guy about 5'4 maybe. nice green (?) eyes and unruly curly dark hair, kind of reminded me of elijah wood (frodo from LOTR). cute.
me not seeing his name listed...confusion...
..."you don't have a reservation..." (we are SOLD OUT, so i start to worry). i look up at him and realize i jumped the gun and just assumed he had a reservation without even asking.
him "nope." he is two steps ahead of me. he has observed my assumptious nature, noticed my confusion, and is delighting in my realizations.
at this point i am thinking that he will be getting my number. (BUT! my mind begins, he is like your height! is he really that cute....)
i look up at him and he is just smiling (at me, at that, finding me...amusing?!). yup. he ain't all that but the way he is smiling and looking, i am completely charmed, he will get the number. we are looking at each other and i can tell he is completely interested, i am feeling the chemicals!
to make a story short(er), and it is a sad story, right in the midst of our connection we were making, a girl walks in. his girl. hhahahahhaahah! the look on his face was one of regret, disappointment, and "damn b!tch, why didn't you stay in the car!
the worst part was, i lost control of my body language! see, i am a master at disquising emotion and reaction. but i was blushing the whole time, and then when the chic walked in, i sent her a look to kill, (uncontrollably!) and he caught it!
a short skinny guy had the great iqqimus putty in the palm of his hand....
charm, fellas. it is a secret ingredient that will hook people.
i am at work (a hotel) and a guy just came in. he was smiling, i couldn't even tell if he was needing any help until i asked, because he was just chill.
me "what is your last name?", as i start pulling up the reservations
him "montejo" pause, smile, and lifted eyebrows, spanish accent, "and what is yours?"
-AFC's take note, that was charm right there.
me, smiling "iqqi"
i look up at him at this point. he is a short, lanky guy about 5'4 maybe. nice green (?) eyes and unruly curly dark hair, kind of reminded me of elijah wood (frodo from LOTR). cute.
me not seeing his name listed...confusion...
..."you don't have a reservation..." (we are SOLD OUT, so i start to worry). i look up at him and realize i jumped the gun and just assumed he had a reservation without even asking.
him "nope." he is two steps ahead of me. he has observed my assumptious nature, noticed my confusion, and is delighting in my realizations.
at this point i am thinking that he will be getting my number. (BUT! my mind begins, he is like your height! is he really that cute....)
i look up at him and he is just smiling (at me, at that, finding me...amusing?!). yup. he ain't all that but the way he is smiling and looking, i am completely charmed, he will get the number. we are looking at each other and i can tell he is completely interested, i am feeling the chemicals!
to make a story short(er), and it is a sad story, right in the midst of our connection we were making, a girl walks in. his girl. hhahahahhaahah! the look on his face was one of regret, disappointment, and "damn b!tch, why didn't you stay in the car!
the worst part was, i lost control of my body language! see, i am a master at disquising emotion and reaction. but i was blushing the whole time, and then when the chic walked in, i sent her a look to kill, (uncontrollably!) and he caught it!
a short skinny guy had the great iqqimus putty in the palm of his hand....
charm, fellas. it is a secret ingredient that will hook people.