This is quite funny (and 100% true for all you miserable haters out there). I just met a girl in the most Norman Rockwell (Read: Saturday Evening Post)/1950s Hollywood way possible: I helped her pick up a bunch of blueberries that she had spilt all over the ground outside of the supermarket. No joke. I mean seriously, if I were going to make up a post, I wouldn't pick something so cheesy....I'd rather tell a tale that involves a tuxedo, a high-speed chase, a gun, a cocktail dress, and venom (you know, the kind that some girls have in their bloodstream).
Back to tonight. I'm rounding the corner, leaving my local Whole Foods when I spot a petite girl, dressed in gym gear, kneeling over a broken grocery bag trying to pick up all of the blueberries that had fallen out of her bag.
What would you do if you came across this situation? I'll tell you what most guys in Boston would do...keep walking.
After helping her pick up the berries, I realized she was still overwhelmed with heavy bags, and helped her carry one of them home. Turns out she's your typical East Coast girl -- prep school, nice, private New England college, financial sector job, etc. I'll email her and invite her on a run this weekend.
Took her out tonight on a date. Eh.
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