a series of grievances, fascinations, and realizations about the world around me.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
It's been a while.
Almost two thousand views and this blog is so uncared for :( the previous post is months old I think! I'll be trying harder to keep this up to date.
Cool story of the day/personal growth moment:
I see a gorgeous looking female on the way to a professor's office. I stare. She stares back. I pass her, and get further down the hallway. She's, like, 11/10*, so I decide to look again. I look over my shoulder back at her. SHE'S STILL LOOKING O_O I get around the corner, and think, "I'm never going to see her again if I don't go now." I turn back, with the intention of conversation.
I approach the target.
"....... excuse me" (Improper grammar significant of a lack of volume and bad posture/general creepiness.)
"?" (<-- that is a whole phrase in girl-speak)
*here I man up and use an indoor voice instead of a freaking whisper*
"I was wondering if I could have your number? I really like your style" *simultaneous gesture to indicate her stylin' hairdo + general badassery*
---------HERE IS WHERE IT GETS HOT AND DIRTY. Kind of.------------
We kept eye contact for the entire exchange. I finish the above statement, and as I do, she pauses, long enough for me to think, "Okay, she's going to say yes, but doesn't want to seem overeager... cool" and I put my hand into my pocket to grab my phone in preparation for greedy number gobbling.
Her entire body tweaks and yearns to betray the following statement: "I.. have a boyfriend."
She still doesn't break eye contact as disappointment shows on my face. I eject with a "Have a nice day."
The growth comes from the fact that I have never made someone's BODY CONTORT BEFORE :D I guess it's really not my doing; they liked me, and that's something I can't control. However, I did hold eye contact with a total stranger better than I ever have.
* = Not a proper fraction. Maybe one day I'll explain what 11/10 in a girl means ;)
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