2:27pm
“Hi theReason, so nice to meet you” (I sent this to myself from her phone)
3:27pm
“out of your photoshoot yet?”
5:16pm
“Finally yes”
5:16pm (I have gone home, was tired of approaching, thought I lost her from a poor closing, was reading the forum at this point)
“Damn that took a long time”
“I’m still in the area, are you doing anything rn?” (this is a lie)
5:18pm
“I know they were finishing up some things at first and it was a lot of chatting and setting up the background and lighting. The actual filming was maybe 25 minutes total LOL” (her formatting)
5:18pm
“oh fuck”
5:19pm
“I am not, I’m by *street name* now, what are you up to?”
5:19pm (I am walking to my car to drive over)
“walking to *street name*, if that’s what you want me to do”
5:22pm
“i was just about to leave” (this takes a long time to get delivered, I thought I got blocked, drove back home)
6:02pm
“??? i went back home”
Not sure how to revive this.
There’s a comedy show tonight, I could have maybe teased her about whether she’s willing to “betray her beloved *neighborhood* and go to a comedy show downtown with me tonight”
the interaction:
I was walking in the chick neighborhood, I followed this professional-looking sober girl away from a crowd of drunks, I pass her by, she stalks me for a while and then leaves.
I notice this girl from across the street, sitting at a bench outside of a mexican restaurant, dressed similar to the girl I was following but younger and mousier, so I cross the street at a crosswalk and flit over to her.
I smile at her and she smiles back real interestedly, I stop, double back a little, ask “are you waiting for carryout from the mexican restaurant”
“no I’m waiting for the guy from the film crew to pick me up”
She starts explaining that it’s some video to protest a local zoning law that just got passed. I ask her if I can sit and she motions that she’d very much like me to sit. She’s a resident who loves her city, grew up here, lives here, works as a preschool teacher, 22. She talks about that, I tell her a few shitty stories about the people I know who pass zoning laws, and then, tangentially, the type of people my dad grew up around.
I wouldn’t have talked about such boring shit, but she just seemed to hold on to my every word, like she just loved witnessing me talk. She wasn’t really giving me fuck-me eyes but there was attraction there.
I finish a story, she asks me my name and I ask her her name and I just go like “do you want my number” and she’s like “yeah, I do”. She whips out her phone and her text message app really quickly. I type a message as I ask her her age, handshake close and leave.
What do I do? This happened too fast for me to make sense of it, and I’m trying to utilize recency to keep things moving with her.
Thank you for your time; to avoid this in the future, I’m buying Hector’s texting book.
“Hi theReason, so nice to meet you” (I sent this to myself from her phone)
3:27pm
“out of your photoshoot yet?”
5:16pm
“Finally yes”
5:16pm (I have gone home, was tired of approaching, thought I lost her from a poor closing, was reading the forum at this point)
“Damn that took a long time”
“I’m still in the area, are you doing anything rn?” (this is a lie)
5:18pm
“I know they were finishing up some things at first and it was a lot of chatting and setting up the background and lighting. The actual filming was maybe 25 minutes total LOL” (her formatting)
5:18pm
“oh fuck”
5:19pm
“I am not, I’m by *street name* now, what are you up to?”
5:19pm (I am walking to my car to drive over)
“walking to *street name*, if that’s what you want me to do”
5:22pm
“i was just about to leave” (this takes a long time to get delivered, I thought I got blocked, drove back home)
6:02pm
“??? i went back home”
Not sure how to revive this.
There’s a comedy show tonight, I could have maybe teased her about whether she’s willing to “betray her beloved *neighborhood* and go to a comedy show downtown with me tonight”
the interaction:
I was walking in the chick neighborhood, I followed this professional-looking sober girl away from a crowd of drunks, I pass her by, she stalks me for a while and then leaves.
I notice this girl from across the street, sitting at a bench outside of a mexican restaurant, dressed similar to the girl I was following but younger and mousier, so I cross the street at a crosswalk and flit over to her.
I smile at her and she smiles back real interestedly, I stop, double back a little, ask “are you waiting for carryout from the mexican restaurant”
“no I’m waiting for the guy from the film crew to pick me up”
She starts explaining that it’s some video to protest a local zoning law that just got passed. I ask her if I can sit and she motions that she’d very much like me to sit. She’s a resident who loves her city, grew up here, lives here, works as a preschool teacher, 22. She talks about that, I tell her a few shitty stories about the people I know who pass zoning laws, and then, tangentially, the type of people my dad grew up around.
I wouldn’t have talked about such boring shit, but she just seemed to hold on to my every word, like she just loved witnessing me talk. She wasn’t really giving me fuck-me eyes but there was attraction there.
I finish a story, she asks me my name and I ask her her name and I just go like “do you want my number” and she’s like “yeah, I do”. She whips out her phone and her text message app really quickly. I type a message as I ask her her age, handshake close and leave.
What do I do? This happened too fast for me to make sense of it, and I’m trying to utilize recency to keep things moving with her.
Thank you for your time; to avoid this in the future, I’m buying Hector’s texting book.
