Sorry folks, I've been stressed (and swamped) at work. I haven't been keeping up to date with the blog so I'm posting yesterday's activity. Picture this: A sweltering summer-time stroll home past the angry commuter crowd after a long day at work => unhappy smooth. Half-way home, passing by the locust infestation of commuters, I notice a mirage across the street:
Young woman, white dress, picking though oranges at a fruit stand in the financial district. She is beautiful... in every way. My head is blank as my feet automatically turn and force me to walk over.
My heart's racing (the telltale sign that Captain and I use to measure whether we are truly smitten by a girl or not) but I ignore her and grab the first ripe looking orange I see.
Me: "Wait a minute, take this one, I mean it."
Her: "Oh, I think the one I have is ok." She smiles. I'm in the door. She starts to turn away.
Me: "No, I like this one better, I insist." I place the orange in her hand. Then I turn and grab a small carton of strawberries. "You need these too!," I tell her. She's laughing now.
Her: "Seriously, I just came for the orange."
Me: "Well, I understand, but these strawberries look awesome. They're on me. What's your name by the way?"
Her: "I'm ____. You're funny."
5 minutes later I walked away with her phone number. As Captain pointed out, don't hesitate. And it really doesn't matter what you say as long as you deliver it with confidence and have fun. I just replicated the cheesiest "fruit stand/supermarket" movie pick-up scene. So what? The corniest pick-up move in the real world beats meeting girls on the internet. I'm sure women feel the same way.
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