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Who would've thought that going to the grocery store to buy bread could be exciting?
It very much depends whom you meet while standing in line...
Yesterday at Publix I had my basket full and was looking for a quick-moving checkout line when I spotted a girl unloading her cart.
And froze.
She was not tall, maybe only 5'6", but she had just about everything else going for her. Rich, dark chocolate curls framed the honey-colored, silken skin of her face and tumbled across her high, supple cheeks as she bent over to retrieve items from her cart, her tiny, black yoga-pant clad ass poking invitingly up with her leg raised in a counterbalancing motion. The whole effect was that of a skater executing the "spiral" figure. A standard-issue office rubber band would not have snapped if stretched about her waist.
The exotic look she had about her coupled with her incredible youthfulness made me assume at first she was someone's au pair, perhaps of the mid-thirties blonde currently packing away checked-out groceries at the other end of the counter. But no, they were separate customers. The lady departed.
I came to my senses and got in line right behind the young beauty, eschewing the "15 Items or Fewer" line appropriate to my purchase quantity. Thankfully, no one tried to direct me to it.
Something about her made me feel she'd be receptive... I've no idea what. Perhaps she met eyes with me, I can't remember. But I didn't have an obvious avenue to open with, and I waited patiently, averting my body language and allowing a small smile to play about my lips...until heaven sent me a beautiful opportunity.
As she opened her pocketbook a coin clattered down, through the metal caging of her cart, and hit the floor somewhere. After a brief, fruitless look down she ignored the issue for the moment and attended to payment. I affected not to notice.
The checkout staff were packing up her groceries. She shunted her cart forward, exposing the coin on the floor. With her back turned and her mind occupied with the transaction, I stooped, retrieved the quarter, laid my hand gently on the crook of her elbow, and when I had her full attention, smiled and handed over the quarter without a word.
She gave me the most dazzling smile in recent memory.
She departed. She had heaps of groceries which it would take her a while to load into her car; I had hardly anything. I was willing the checkout staff to process me faster, but I was confident I'd catch her.
As I left the store she was unloading directly at the cart return area, so as not to have to come back later. Bliss. (Okay, okay, I know.)
The averted body-language stage was unneeded this time. There she was, standing and looking right at me as I exited.
Smiling!
I didn't lose a second.
As she built comfort with me during the conversation, I noticed she was wearing earrings in the form of a little oblong "padlock": tiny, perhaps a quarter-inch long and an eighth of an inch across, apparently in sterling silver. I reached out steadily, placed my index finger gently behind her earlobe and flexed it toward myself in a "come hither" motion, leaning closer to inspect the beauty of the decoration on her practically-perfect face.
This took place at about 12:30 PM. At around 2:45 PM, I used a very standard, boilerplate text message as an icebreaker:
"Happy to meet you, SpiralFigure! Save my number -Marty"
At 3:35 PM I received the reply "Great meeting you too!"
I texted her again at 10:15 AM today. "SpiralFigure, would you like to meet with me next week? What's your schedule like at the restaurant... are you free one morning for coffee perhaps?"
Since I waited overnight to message her the second time, she'd be justified in doing the same, so it may be quite a while before I know whether she's willing. This typically seems to be the make-or-break point for me, and based on recent precedent I wouldn't give myself more than a 20% chance of success in persuading her to follow through on an actual personal meeting, but I think I've done what I can. Comments?
-Marty
It very much depends whom you meet while standing in line...
Yesterday at Publix I had my basket full and was looking for a quick-moving checkout line when I spotted a girl unloading her cart.
And froze.
She was not tall, maybe only 5'6", but she had just about everything else going for her. Rich, dark chocolate curls framed the honey-colored, silken skin of her face and tumbled across her high, supple cheeks as she bent over to retrieve items from her cart, her tiny, black yoga-pant clad ass poking invitingly up with her leg raised in a counterbalancing motion. The whole effect was that of a skater executing the "spiral" figure. A standard-issue office rubber band would not have snapped if stretched about her waist.
The exotic look she had about her coupled with her incredible youthfulness made me assume at first she was someone's au pair, perhaps of the mid-thirties blonde currently packing away checked-out groceries at the other end of the counter. But no, they were separate customers. The lady departed.
I came to my senses and got in line right behind the young beauty, eschewing the "15 Items or Fewer" line appropriate to my purchase quantity. Thankfully, no one tried to direct me to it.
Something about her made me feel she'd be receptive... I've no idea what. Perhaps she met eyes with me, I can't remember. But I didn't have an obvious avenue to open with, and I waited patiently, averting my body language and allowing a small smile to play about my lips...until heaven sent me a beautiful opportunity.
As she opened her pocketbook a coin clattered down, through the metal caging of her cart, and hit the floor somewhere. After a brief, fruitless look down she ignored the issue for the moment and attended to payment. I affected not to notice.
The checkout staff were packing up her groceries. She shunted her cart forward, exposing the coin on the floor. With her back turned and her mind occupied with the transaction, I stooped, retrieved the quarter, laid my hand gently on the crook of her elbow, and when I had her full attention, smiled and handed over the quarter without a word.
She gave me the most dazzling smile in recent memory.
She departed. She had heaps of groceries which it would take her a while to load into her car; I had hardly anything. I was willing the checkout staff to process me faster, but I was confident I'd catch her.
As I left the store she was unloading directly at the cart return area, so as not to have to come back later. Bliss. (Okay, okay, I know.)
The averted body-language stage was unneeded this time. There she was, standing and looking right at me as I exited.
Smiling!
I didn't lose a second.
Marty: That has to be the cutest smile I've seen in over a year.
SpiralFigure: Haha oh really?
Marty: What's your name?
SpiralFigure: SpiralFigure.
Marty: It's good to meet you, SpiralFigure. (taking her hand warmly) I'm Marty.
SpiralFigure: Nice to meet you too!
Marty: You look incredibly young. How old are you?
SpiralFigure: Eighteen.
Marty: Eighteen... so are you studying somewhere?
As she built comfort with me during the conversation, I noticed she was wearing earrings in the form of a little oblong "padlock": tiny, perhaps a quarter-inch long and an eighth of an inch across, apparently in sterling silver. I reached out steadily, placed my index finger gently behind her earlobe and flexed it toward myself in a "come hither" motion, leaning closer to inspect the beauty of the decoration on her practically-perfect face.
Marty: Those are lovely earrings—they have a little "lock" design. It looks very attractive on you.
SpiralFigure: (smiling) Thank you!
This took place at about 12:30 PM. At around 2:45 PM, I used a very standard, boilerplate text message as an icebreaker:
"Happy to meet you, SpiralFigure! Save my number -Marty"
At 3:35 PM I received the reply "Great meeting you too!"
I texted her again at 10:15 AM today. "SpiralFigure, would you like to meet with me next week? What's your schedule like at the restaurant... are you free one morning for coffee perhaps?"
Since I waited overnight to message her the second time, she'd be justified in doing the same, so it may be quite a while before I know whether she's willing. This typically seems to be the make-or-break point for me, and based on recent precedent I wouldn't give myself more than a 20% chance of success in persuading her to follow through on an actual personal meeting, but I think I've done what I can. Comments?
-Marty