Kow
Don Juan
Hey guys, you might remember my recent post about a chick I haven't talked to but was questioning her interest. Well, anyway, whilst cruising the mall tonight, I saw her working. No wonder she's there a lot, heh. Anyway, I went up to her with "Where do I know you from?" knowing fully well where I did...heh...couldn't look too desperate. Anyway, I asked if she went to school where I did, what classes, etc. and I finally "narrowed it down."
We talked more, I asked her questions about herself while teasing her the whole time. I used someone's suggestion of making a greatly exaggerated oversimplification when she said something...I asked how old she was, she said 19, so I said "Oh...you're one of THOSE people, huh..." She played along with "Uh! What's the supposed to mean?" and all that stuff. Anyway, it was your basic school chitchat, talked about her going away soon to the Air Force for a computer thing (damn! I gotta work fast, then). I was extremely, extremely ****y this whole time. I kept teasing her with the stuff ("A computer science major? Oh, so you're a real nerd, huh?") and keeping her on her toes.
She made the comment once "Man, it's so hot in here, I'm going to have to take off my jacket in a second" to which I replied "Oh, it's just me." She really got a kick out of that.
Anyway, here's the run-down on the close:
Me: Anyway, I have to be going now. Do you have a phone number?
Her: ::chuckle:: Yes, I have a couple of them actually.
Me: Ok, give me one of them.
Her: ::raising eyebrows:: So, do you think I'm going to give it to you with you demanding it? (something like that, at least)
Me: Well, yeah. You're a salesperson, you know to just assume the sale. Oh, I'm sorry, Miss (name), may I please have your phone number? (very sarcastic, and she certainly picked up on the sarcasm)
Her: sighs with smile on face (no, she didn't say that)
In here somewhere, I called her a freak for something she said...of course joking again, it was all kept light and ****y
Her: So, tell me why I'm giving you my phone number again? You called me a freak, a nerd, "one of those people" ...
Me: saying nothing here, just smiled, looked right at her, and waited for her to finish writing down the number.
Her: Ok, here.
Me: Is this a cell number?
Her: Yeah.
Me: Do you have no home phone number?
Her: No, I do.
Me: Oh, lemme guess, you're never home?
Her: That's right, I'm really not.
Me: Pssh, alright.
Her: No, really!
Me: Heh, ok. I'm outta here...I'll think about calling ya. See ya later!
She was doing inventory so she couldn't (or didn't) devote all of her attention to me, but she did reciprocate some of the questions (like how old I was, etc.) and sorta teased me back about the same stuff I was teasing her with. But hey, even if she didn't, I still got the number. I felt like it went really smoothly and that I kept the unwavering confidence up. This came very naturally...I dunno why I can't do it every time. Maybe I will from now on.
Anyway, I do owe all the conversational techniques and stuff to this site. This girl is probably a solid 8.5 in my book, possibly 9. Very sexy chicka. I'll keep you fellas posted.
-Kow
We talked more, I asked her questions about herself while teasing her the whole time. I used someone's suggestion of making a greatly exaggerated oversimplification when she said something...I asked how old she was, she said 19, so I said "Oh...you're one of THOSE people, huh..." She played along with "Uh! What's the supposed to mean?" and all that stuff. Anyway, it was your basic school chitchat, talked about her going away soon to the Air Force for a computer thing (damn! I gotta work fast, then). I was extremely, extremely ****y this whole time. I kept teasing her with the stuff ("A computer science major? Oh, so you're a real nerd, huh?") and keeping her on her toes.
She made the comment once "Man, it's so hot in here, I'm going to have to take off my jacket in a second" to which I replied "Oh, it's just me." She really got a kick out of that.
Anyway, here's the run-down on the close:
Me: Anyway, I have to be going now. Do you have a phone number?
Her: ::chuckle:: Yes, I have a couple of them actually.
Me: Ok, give me one of them.
Her: ::raising eyebrows:: So, do you think I'm going to give it to you with you demanding it? (something like that, at least)
Me: Well, yeah. You're a salesperson, you know to just assume the sale. Oh, I'm sorry, Miss (name), may I please have your phone number? (very sarcastic, and she certainly picked up on the sarcasm)
Her: sighs with smile on face (no, she didn't say that)
In here somewhere, I called her a freak for something she said...of course joking again, it was all kept light and ****y
Her: So, tell me why I'm giving you my phone number again? You called me a freak, a nerd, "one of those people" ...
Me: saying nothing here, just smiled, looked right at her, and waited for her to finish writing down the number.
Her: Ok, here.
Me: Is this a cell number?
Her: Yeah.
Me: Do you have no home phone number?
Her: No, I do.
Me: Oh, lemme guess, you're never home?
Her: That's right, I'm really not.
Me: Pssh, alright.
Her: No, really!
Me: Heh, ok. I'm outta here...I'll think about calling ya. See ya later!
She was doing inventory so she couldn't (or didn't) devote all of her attention to me, but she did reciprocate some of the questions (like how old I was, etc.) and sorta teased me back about the same stuff I was teasing her with. But hey, even if she didn't, I still got the number. I felt like it went really smoothly and that I kept the unwavering confidence up. This came very naturally...I dunno why I can't do it every time. Maybe I will from now on.
Anyway, I do owe all the conversational techniques and stuff to this site. This girl is probably a solid 8.5 in my book, possibly 9. Very sexy chicka. I'll keep you fellas posted.
-Kow
