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It's hot out, and I want an iced coffee, so I enter a cafe with a bookstore in the back which I worked in a few years back.
There are a few cute girls, so I go look at the books so I can easily cross paths with people. I compliment one girl on her style (she had a dress, no bra, and the sides of her dress were cut out showing her sides) but don't go further. We split and she disappears.
Social momentum well established now, I go grab a coffee, and a girl I think I might have fucked last year is standing next to me at the counter. I can't tell if it's her or not out of my peripheries, and she's also wearing a lot of makeup. We ignore each other.
I get my coffee and go sit down. However, I decide to get up and go sit by a cute girl on the couches instead. "It'd be more comfortable over there
" I think to myself.
I sit down and pull out my work while the girl chatters away on her phone.
I get up under the pretense of getting some half-and-half, and on my way back from the counter I act as though I just recognized the girl who was standing next to me while I was getting coffee (who is now sitting) and ask if her name is Katy (the girl I slept with). She says she is Stacey, and I see now that she is not her. We chat for a bit -- she seems interested, but I shut it down because I'm not particularly attracted to her (not nearly as hot as Katy, upon closer inspection).
Sitting on the couch again, the girl to my right to is still on her phone. Her conversation actually has substance too. She's talking about purity and slut shaming.
"This is going to be too easy," I think to myself.
She starts preparing to leave (to go to work) but then opens me before I have to do anything at all.
"Hey, I hope you liked being part of our conversation," she says, standing over me as I lounge on the couch.
"Oh, yeah, I wasn't really listening. I heard a few words like "purity" and the mention of women being shamed for being sexual though -- some of my favorite topics."
From there we talked about slut shaming and purity, and agreed that slut shaming is silly and women shouldn't be compelled to be with just one guy. "Guys who sleep around are called players, while girls who sleep around are called sluts. Totally unfair!" (I say) etc.
After that she showed me that her and her friend were still face-timing (talking on the phone with video) and she introduced us.
Then I ask how old she is (21) and say it's cool that she already feels this way about sexuality -- establishing myself as the experienced older man. (She asks how old I am and there was some more playful banter in there as well)
"So you're headed to work now, eh?"
"Well, not quite right now. I can wait a bit."
"Great. Hey, are you single?"
"Wow. That was really smooth."
"Yeah, actually, in the context of all we just said, I don't think it really matter, does it." I laugh.
"Haha, well I just started seeing someone... but, I guess, yeah, I'm single."
"Awesome -- here, put you're number in my phone."
We both laugh and she complies.
We soon wrap up the conversation, shake hands, and off she goes to work, still face-timing with her friend.
Texted her a few hours later:
Me: "Hey Jamie, save my number. -Howell"
Her: "Hi Howell! I shall! It was nice chatting with you this afternoon!"
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The Law of Least Effort is a beautiful thing.
Cheers,
Howell
There are a few cute girls, so I go look at the books so I can easily cross paths with people. I compliment one girl on her style (she had a dress, no bra, and the sides of her dress were cut out showing her sides) but don't go further. We split and she disappears.
Social momentum well established now, I go grab a coffee, and a girl I think I might have fucked last year is standing next to me at the counter. I can't tell if it's her or not out of my peripheries, and she's also wearing a lot of makeup. We ignore each other.
I get my coffee and go sit down. However, I decide to get up and go sit by a cute girl on the couches instead. "It'd be more comfortable over there
I sit down and pull out my work while the girl chatters away on her phone.
I get up under the pretense of getting some half-and-half, and on my way back from the counter I act as though I just recognized the girl who was standing next to me while I was getting coffee (who is now sitting) and ask if her name is Katy (the girl I slept with). She says she is Stacey, and I see now that she is not her. We chat for a bit -- she seems interested, but I shut it down because I'm not particularly attracted to her (not nearly as hot as Katy, upon closer inspection).
Sitting on the couch again, the girl to my right to is still on her phone. Her conversation actually has substance too. She's talking about purity and slut shaming.
"This is going to be too easy," I think to myself.
She starts preparing to leave (to go to work) but then opens me before I have to do anything at all.
"Hey, I hope you liked being part of our conversation," she says, standing over me as I lounge on the couch.
"Oh, yeah, I wasn't really listening. I heard a few words like "purity" and the mention of women being shamed for being sexual though -- some of my favorite topics."
From there we talked about slut shaming and purity, and agreed that slut shaming is silly and women shouldn't be compelled to be with just one guy. "Guys who sleep around are called players, while girls who sleep around are called sluts. Totally unfair!" (I say) etc.
After that she showed me that her and her friend were still face-timing (talking on the phone with video) and she introduced us.
Then I ask how old she is (21) and say it's cool that she already feels this way about sexuality -- establishing myself as the experienced older man. (She asks how old I am and there was some more playful banter in there as well)
"So you're headed to work now, eh?"
"Well, not quite right now. I can wait a bit."
"Great. Hey, are you single?"
"Wow. That was really smooth."
"Yeah, actually, in the context of all we just said, I don't think it really matter, does it." I laugh.
"Haha, well I just started seeing someone... but, I guess, yeah, I'm single."
"Awesome -- here, put you're number in my phone."
We both laugh and she complies.
We soon wrap up the conversation, shake hands, and off she goes to work, still face-timing with her friend.
Texted her a few hours later:
Me: "Hey Jamie, save my number. -Howell"
Her: "Hi Howell! I shall! It was nice chatting with you this afternoon!"
----
The Law of Least Effort is a beautiful thing.
Cheers,
Howell