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Hey fellas, I'm going to put this one down on paper while it's fresh in my head, because it's interesting (at least for me, at my relatively elementary level) and was great fun for me.
I had to mail a letter to a government agency in my home country this afternoon, and as I walked back to the office I passed a Starbucks with an outdoor seating area, where a lovely young girl with gorgeous hip-length natural blond hair was sitting, sipping an iced coffee, very busy annotating a binder of text, occasionally breaking off to use her iPhone.
Having had a badly failed approach earlier in the day, I got the heebie-jeebies and knew I'd make a mess of it if I approached spontaneously. I hung around a bit; luckily she was too busy to notice me, then I went back to the office to get myself into a proper frame of mind. I drew on Zphix's recent post on The Mirror (timely that, thank you Zphix!), telling myself that this was ridiculous, here I was well into the 60s in terms of number of approaches completed, and I was acting like it was my first. Pathetic. I took a half-hour out and told myself that if she was still there, I would damn well act like a man and kick ass or be blown out trying.
I turned the corner and there she was, absorbed in her work as before; better still, there was now no one else in the coffee shop garden, and my approach angle was perfect. I came up with mountains of confidence. I place my hand on the opposing chair at her table and wait for her to make eye contact before looking in her direction.
Marty: Hey there! If you're not too busy, d'you mind if I join for a moment?
Girl: Sure! (doubt creeps in...) Uh, join me???
Marty: Yes, I was just walking past and I saw you sitting here, and I wanted to say hi. I have to tell you, I think you're really beautiful, and I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Marty.
Girl: (gives name, I take her hand and hold it, looking into a pair of very happy eyes. She is smiling broadly)
Marty: So are you... working? studying?
Girl: I'm just preparing for my accounting exam, which is in a few days' time.
We shoot the breeze about this. To support her study, she is working at a well-known US restaurant chain... she indicates the logo on the uniform she's wearing. Her degree course is with a major university downtown.
I deep-dive about what she wants to do once she gets her qualification, also about how she feels after a night's work at the restaurant, what it's like balancing full-time work and education, etc. etc. Standard stuff.
Marty: So, you must have a ... boyfriend? husband?
Girl: Boyfriend. Yes.
Marty: Is he good to you? (flirty sidelong glance)
Girl: Very good! (giggles)
Marty: (shakes head, smiling) Is he bigger than me?
Girl: Oh yes! (huge smile)
Marty: So are you going to tell him about our little... conversation here? ;-)
Girl: No! ... I might Tweet it though.
Marty: Tweet it! (exaggerated display of exasperation) Well, I try to be discreet about things... I'm off-the-market relationship-wise myself, you know...
Girl: Ooh... (mock disapproval)
Marty: (getting into the swing of things a bit by this stage) I don't want to distract you from your studies for too long this afternoon... (relaxed, open gesture with hands on table) Why don't we get a bite to eat some time soon?
Girl: You know, I'm really not sure my boyfriend would approve of that!
Marty: For goodness' sake! I thought we just agreed you weren't going to tell him! You were just gonna Tweet it!!
Girl: (laughs)
Marty: I'd love to see you again... we should certainly meet, though there don't have to be any expectations. Maybe it would be best if you just left me your phone number, then we can figure things out. We'll keep it quiet.
Girl: Oh, I don't know...
I smile, maintain unbroken eye contact. I pull out my phone.
Girl: Do you have the new operating system?
Marty: Yeah, I do actually. What do you think of it?
Girl: Not sure yet
(I bring up the iPhone "Keypad" screen)
Marty: See here, they've made the background white, but I liked it better black. Easier to see. (I push the phone over to her side of the table.)
She gives me a quick look, then enters her number.
Girl: That's me.
We continue to talk for a minute or two. I wish her well with the exam, lean over, place my hand on her shoulder and cheek-kiss her as I make my exit. She says "Ooh" again, but doesn't pull away or resist.
So if the accomplished guys here want to give me their opinion on whether I can move this forward at all, and how to do so, I will appreciate their help enormously!
I had to mail a letter to a government agency in my home country this afternoon, and as I walked back to the office I passed a Starbucks with an outdoor seating area, where a lovely young girl with gorgeous hip-length natural blond hair was sitting, sipping an iced coffee, very busy annotating a binder of text, occasionally breaking off to use her iPhone.
Having had a badly failed approach earlier in the day, I got the heebie-jeebies and knew I'd make a mess of it if I approached spontaneously. I hung around a bit; luckily she was too busy to notice me, then I went back to the office to get myself into a proper frame of mind. I drew on Zphix's recent post on The Mirror (timely that, thank you Zphix!), telling myself that this was ridiculous, here I was well into the 60s in terms of number of approaches completed, and I was acting like it was my first. Pathetic. I took a half-hour out and told myself that if she was still there, I would damn well act like a man and kick ass or be blown out trying.
I turned the corner and there she was, absorbed in her work as before; better still, there was now no one else in the coffee shop garden, and my approach angle was perfect. I came up with mountains of confidence. I place my hand on the opposing chair at her table and wait for her to make eye contact before looking in her direction.
Marty: Hey there! If you're not too busy, d'you mind if I join for a moment?
Girl: Sure! (doubt creeps in...) Uh, join me???
Marty: Yes, I was just walking past and I saw you sitting here, and I wanted to say hi. I have to tell you, I think you're really beautiful, and I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Marty.
Girl: (gives name, I take her hand and hold it, looking into a pair of very happy eyes. She is smiling broadly)
Marty: So are you... working? studying?
Girl: I'm just preparing for my accounting exam, which is in a few days' time.
We shoot the breeze about this. To support her study, she is working at a well-known US restaurant chain... she indicates the logo on the uniform she's wearing. Her degree course is with a major university downtown.
I deep-dive about what she wants to do once she gets her qualification, also about how she feels after a night's work at the restaurant, what it's like balancing full-time work and education, etc. etc. Standard stuff.
Marty: So, you must have a ... boyfriend? husband?
Girl: Boyfriend. Yes.
Marty: Is he good to you? (flirty sidelong glance)
Girl: Very good! (giggles)
Marty: (shakes head, smiling) Is he bigger than me?
Girl: Oh yes! (huge smile)
Marty: So are you going to tell him about our little... conversation here? ;-)
Girl: No! ... I might Tweet it though.
Marty: Tweet it! (exaggerated display of exasperation) Well, I try to be discreet about things... I'm off-the-market relationship-wise myself, you know...
Girl: Ooh... (mock disapproval)
Marty: (getting into the swing of things a bit by this stage) I don't want to distract you from your studies for too long this afternoon... (relaxed, open gesture with hands on table) Why don't we get a bite to eat some time soon?
Girl: You know, I'm really not sure my boyfriend would approve of that!
Marty: For goodness' sake! I thought we just agreed you weren't going to tell him! You were just gonna Tweet it!!
Girl: (laughs)
Marty: I'd love to see you again... we should certainly meet, though there don't have to be any expectations. Maybe it would be best if you just left me your phone number, then we can figure things out. We'll keep it quiet.
Girl: Oh, I don't know...
I smile, maintain unbroken eye contact. I pull out my phone.
Girl: Do you have the new operating system?
Marty: Yeah, I do actually. What do you think of it?
Girl: Not sure yet
(I bring up the iPhone "Keypad" screen)
Marty: See here, they've made the background white, but I liked it better black. Easier to see. (I push the phone over to her side of the table.)
She gives me a quick look, then enters her number.
Girl: That's me.
We continue to talk for a minute or two. I wish her well with the exam, lean over, place my hand on her shoulder and cheek-kiss her as I make my exit. She says "Ooh" again, but doesn't pull away or resist.
So if the accomplished guys here want to give me their opinion on whether I can move this forward at all, and how to do so, I will appreciate their help enormously!