I first laid eyes on Danielle wandering the aisles of the supermarket. The first of what would become numerous supermarket encounters. She had short black hair, cut just below the ears and a very cute face adorned with a few pieces of jewlery. Her piercings added an element of intrigue to her that I found stranglely attractive. Attractive women stick out among the homely surroundings of canned peas and cutlets, and easily draw my attention.
I found myself wandering around aimlessly, throwing things that I did not need into my basket in a desperately quite attempt to catch her attention. I did at times, but no dialogue was initiated. I would walk past her, stop sometimes near her, grab something off the shelf and then move on after my presence was made so as not to seem 'stalky.' I lost track of her while aisle bouncing then found her again in the checkout line. "Time to go." I told myself.
Naturally I chose the checkout line she was in, and stood nervously next to her trying to find something to say. Despondingly I came up empty. She paid, looked, grabbed her bags, looked again and then left. It was now my turn to check out, and when I reached into my pocket for a form of payment I realized they had all been left in the car, an honest mistake. Humbly, I told the check out girl that I had to go retrieve them from my vehicle. Luckily no one was waiting in line behind me.
There was Danielle, in the parking lot putting the shopping cart in the receptical. I approached her as she walked to her car. I comlplimented her, told her she was cute and how she caught my eye. Then alluded to the situation back in the store and how my time was limited. There were a few personal queries from both parties, but they were brief as she had somewhere to be as well. So I suggested that we "talk again sometime when we both have time." She genuinly agreed and took my phone number. She smiled, I smiled, and we parted. I had other things to attend to. I think I skipped once on my way back through the parking lot and arrived at the now completely backed up line of agitated shoppers, waiting impatiently for my groceries to vacate the premises. I apologized to everyone, paid and left... with a smile.
I never heard from Danielle again.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Erin... Was I That Wrong
Erin was the one that 'got me back on the horse,' so to speak. I had been in a serious relationship for a few years, to the point of being engaged, but recently removed from it. I wasn't out looking to find anyone and quite frankly was terrified of the thought. Terrified that I might not be able to devote myself to another like I had. I wasn't pining, I just hadn't convinced myself that I wasn't pining. But that all changed when a friend of mine noticed, and told me that Erin was "checkin you out!"
A few friends and I were doing a charity walk and after a half mile or so, we were tired, I convinced them all to stop and have a beer. It was a Sunday afternoon just after lunch so the patrons were speckled at a few tables. Erin was our waitress.
I noticed she was pretty, straight brown hair a little past her shoulders pulled back in a pony tail. She wore eye shadow somewhere in the shade of green and turquoise which stood out against her black pants, black shirt uniform. And a very alluring smile. She took our drink orders and left which lead my friend to comment with a smirk and lead me to pay attention to Erin.
Erin returned and distributed our drinks, made quick eye contact with me, then quickly away. She did this a few times. My beer took some describing because it was brewed at the restaurant, and fell under her job description. Erin stood next to me and stumbled a bit over her words while doin this. I smiled and stared... possilbly showed my muscles a bit, who knows... Our group all decided, though it took little convincing on my part that I should ask her out.
They left me alone to settle the check. When Erin brought the receipt I told her that I wanted to come have her describe another beer to me another time, which prompted her to pull out her work schedule and tell me in detail when she would be working again. After conferring with some other people in the industry, we determined that this was a clear intention of personal contact between her and I.
Another day came and I returned to the restaraunt. About a week later, on a day that Erin named specifically where she'd be. I lead a different group of friends inside a much more densly populated dining room to find her cleaning of a table that had just been vacated. A quick banter occurred between her and I where she insinuated, jokingly that the table was for me. So we sat.
"Joe right?" she asked.
She remembered! I smiled a small smile on the outside which was dwarfed in comparison by my inner smile. She was busy, but when visiting our table always made time for some flirty chatter, pointed mostly at me. The signs were pointed in the direction I wanted them to be so, again at check-out time, I asked Erin if I could call her some time.
Her resonse of "This is awkward," followed by her prompt exit from the table was not what I had expected. Trouble had struck, so I decided to pay the bill, leave a very generous tip along with my phone number and say good night. I handed her the bill, got one last look at her beautifly smile, and green/turquoise eye shadow and said "I hope to talk to you soon." I never heard from her again.
So, was I that wrong about Erin? Did I get sucked in to the standard con that is being a waitress, soliciting tips with your womanly wiles? Did I swing and miss with her? Did I percieve her correctly and take it to a level that it probably should have avoided? Or am I just a sucker for brown hair and a pony tail? I think a case could be made for E. all of the above.
A few friends and I were doing a charity walk and after a half mile or so, we were tired, I convinced them all to stop and have a beer. It was a Sunday afternoon just after lunch so the patrons were speckled at a few tables. Erin was our waitress.
I noticed she was pretty, straight brown hair a little past her shoulders pulled back in a pony tail. She wore eye shadow somewhere in the shade of green and turquoise which stood out against her black pants, black shirt uniform. And a very alluring smile. She took our drink orders and left which lead my friend to comment with a smirk and lead me to pay attention to Erin.
Erin returned and distributed our drinks, made quick eye contact with me, then quickly away. She did this a few times. My beer took some describing because it was brewed at the restaurant, and fell under her job description. Erin stood next to me and stumbled a bit over her words while doin this. I smiled and stared... possilbly showed my muscles a bit, who knows... Our group all decided, though it took little convincing on my part that I should ask her out.
They left me alone to settle the check. When Erin brought the receipt I told her that I wanted to come have her describe another beer to me another time, which prompted her to pull out her work schedule and tell me in detail when she would be working again. After conferring with some other people in the industry, we determined that this was a clear intention of personal contact between her and I.
Another day came and I returned to the restaraunt. About a week later, on a day that Erin named specifically where she'd be. I lead a different group of friends inside a much more densly populated dining room to find her cleaning of a table that had just been vacated. A quick banter occurred between her and I where she insinuated, jokingly that the table was for me. So we sat.
"Joe right?" she asked.
She remembered! I smiled a small smile on the outside which was dwarfed in comparison by my inner smile. She was busy, but when visiting our table always made time for some flirty chatter, pointed mostly at me. The signs were pointed in the direction I wanted them to be so, again at check-out time, I asked Erin if I could call her some time.
Her resonse of "This is awkward," followed by her prompt exit from the table was not what I had expected. Trouble had struck, so I decided to pay the bill, leave a very generous tip along with my phone number and say good night. I handed her the bill, got one last look at her beautifly smile, and green/turquoise eye shadow and said "I hope to talk to you soon." I never heard from her again.
So, was I that wrong about Erin? Did I get sucked in to the standard con that is being a waitress, soliciting tips with your womanly wiles? Did I swing and miss with her? Did I percieve her correctly and take it to a level that it probably should have avoided? Or am I just a sucker for brown hair and a pony tail? I think a case could be made for E. all of the above.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
An Introduction and a Grace
I often tell the stories of my endeavors at love to my mother. I don't tell her any details surrounding my successful relationships, just the ones that fail. As I feel they are cute stories that deserve to be told. She optimistically concedes that "I just know that someday, the right girl will come along for you, I just know it."
"Not in this town..." is my response.
I'd like the entries of this blog to be centered around a theme, and that theme will be my adventures in asking women out. To tell the tales of my subtle triumphs, and many humbling defeats on the road to initiating dialogue with some of the many beautiful ladies that I encounter in my travels, is my goal and also to practice my writing habits. I reserve the right to deviate from my theme at any time without notice, and I don't know how often I'll post. I do these with little editing, and feel free to comment.
I try to keep my invitations fresh, and away from the proverbial 'pick-up lines' commonly found in bars or as the bud of bad jokes, which is why I think they will make good stories. You be the judge...
I had my wisdom teeth removed yesterday, and the nurse Grace, was cute. As soon as I realized she would be in the room during the procedure I knew I was going to initiate some sort of a request. But how? First I had to get her attention.
When I told her that I opted to stay awake for the experience of having bones pulled from my skull she admitted that I was "brave." When I told that I opted out of anesthesia to prove my braveness, she gasped. She began to breath again when I admitted the joke. Then she very nonchalantly, but almost lovingly placed her hand on my shoulder in a way that only a woman can comfort and said "Don't scare me like that."
She and the surgeon stuck me with novocaine and let me get numb for a few minutes, adding challenge to an already nerve racking task; how to ask a girl out on a date, when you CAN'T SPEAK? Grace returned to the room and asked "how my face felt?"
"Um, it doesn't." was what I thought to be a very quick and witty spur-of-the moment response.
Grace confirmed this notion by offering "That's good. I've never heard it put like that." We were on our way.
The procedure was quick and the doctor was out the door even before he had his gloves off, but Grace stuck around as she had unfinished work to do... as did I. She laid out my post-op instructions; when to rinse, when I can eat, when I can drink out of a straw, etc. Then asked if I had any questions.
"Just one..." speaking in a completely muffled tongue due to the numbness of my entire oral region I put the words together as best I could "When I am able to eat properly, chew foods again and what not, would you want to have a meal.. with me?"
She smiled a gorgeous smile, and blushed a little. "I'm actually married. That's nice though, no one has ever asked like that. But yeah I gotta stick to my husband."
I had to ask. I've NOT asked enough girls out and regretted it enough to know that asking and getting a no is not as bad as never asking.
(For anyone that may be offended by my asking a married woman on a date, keep in mind that you can't wear jewelry during procedures which kept me oblivious to the fact.)
"Not in this town..." is my response.
I'd like the entries of this blog to be centered around a theme, and that theme will be my adventures in asking women out. To tell the tales of my subtle triumphs, and many humbling defeats on the road to initiating dialogue with some of the many beautiful ladies that I encounter in my travels, is my goal and also to practice my writing habits. I reserve the right to deviate from my theme at any time without notice, and I don't know how often I'll post. I do these with little editing, and feel free to comment.
I try to keep my invitations fresh, and away from the proverbial 'pick-up lines' commonly found in bars or as the bud of bad jokes, which is why I think they will make good stories. You be the judge...
Grace
I had my wisdom teeth removed yesterday, and the nurse Grace, was cute. As soon as I realized she would be in the room during the procedure I knew I was going to initiate some sort of a request. But how? First I had to get her attention.
When I told her that I opted to stay awake for the experience of having bones pulled from my skull she admitted that I was "brave." When I told that I opted out of anesthesia to prove my braveness, she gasped. She began to breath again when I admitted the joke. Then she very nonchalantly, but almost lovingly placed her hand on my shoulder in a way that only a woman can comfort and said "Don't scare me like that."
She and the surgeon stuck me with novocaine and let me get numb for a few minutes, adding challenge to an already nerve racking task; how to ask a girl out on a date, when you CAN'T SPEAK? Grace returned to the room and asked "how my face felt?"
"Um, it doesn't." was what I thought to be a very quick and witty spur-of-the moment response.
Grace confirmed this notion by offering "That's good. I've never heard it put like that." We were on our way.
The procedure was quick and the doctor was out the door even before he had his gloves off, but Grace stuck around as she had unfinished work to do... as did I. She laid out my post-op instructions; when to rinse, when I can eat, when I can drink out of a straw, etc. Then asked if I had any questions.
"Just one..." speaking in a completely muffled tongue due to the numbness of my entire oral region I put the words together as best I could "When I am able to eat properly, chew foods again and what not, would you want to have a meal.. with me?"
She smiled a gorgeous smile, and blushed a little. "I'm actually married. That's nice though, no one has ever asked like that. But yeah I gotta stick to my husband."
I had to ask. I've NOT asked enough girls out and regretted it enough to know that asking and getting a no is not as bad as never asking.
(For anyone that may be offended by my asking a married woman on a date, keep in mind that you can't wear jewelry during procedures which kept me oblivious to the fact.)
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