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It was a brisk evening on the mountain, and I was grabbing some chow in the North campus dining hall. I see my friend Keri and joke about her stalking me (we've been bumping into each other a LOT lately), she goes along with it, and she's with another guy who I know from the peripheries of my social circle, they're just friends. I offer them to join me, but its pretty busy so she says "If we can find a spot.". A few moments later we find a spot and sit down, and she goes off to get some food herself. I was not in a very talkative mood at this point. So I decided it would be fun to not talk and just gesture like I was playing charades.
She comes back and asks what kind of sandwich I got, I don't respond. At this point the fun begins. I attempt to explain that i've taken a vow of silence. First trying to spell it out, and when that didn't work by attempting to forge the marriage vows connection. At this point another of her guy friends passes by, and I try explaining to him, and he's quicker than they are and after I tell him 3 words and he gets vows, he puts it together. He then goes off and does his own thing,
She said you just made that up and that I was talking to her earlier, I tap her head to say it's all in your head. I then leave the dining hall to use the restroom. When I come back she's at the entrance asking where i've been, and asks who just walks in and out like that. Back at the table I thought it'd be a great oppurtunity to approach and talk to another woman, to really grind her gears. I pick up my food, and she's like "OMG you are not leaving." (playfully), and pulls out my chair for me to stay. I hesitate a second and then leave.
I head over to this other girls table, I shout hey, but she has earbuds in, tap my plate on her table and ask to join. I introduce myself and her name is Kyla. We start off talking about schedules and her being a night person. After a bit of talking I notice her glance around a bit, so I decide to build a bit of compliance to see where we are at. I tell her a booth just opened up, so let's go grab it. She bites. She's taking a bit to gather her stuff, so I take the opportunity to grab a cookie.
When I come back she's sitting in the chair and not the booth, so I join her in the chair next to her. She asks what i'm planning to do with astrophysics, and I tell her that i'm going to become a veterinarian, because that's the logical choice. And at this point the sarcasm gets real. Some topics here include favorite childhood movies, mutual fear of the ocean, favorite animals, favorite cards against humanity cards. She's still glancing around and it's putting a damper on my spirits. I think about taking my leave here, but decide to push on for the experience, at the risk off making her uncomfortable and coming off creepy.
She has finished before me, and when I finish, I touch her shoulder and say "let's get going". I let her go ahead of me and go to get my jacket from where my friends were sitting (they are gone now). When I head over to the dish return she's waiting for me, which I take as a good sign. As we're walking out I have her continue the conversation I cut off as we were leaving. I ask her where she's off to, and she replies she's going back to her dorm. I had debated asking her to comeback to my room with whatever reason seemed to be handy, but ultimately decided not to because of the glancing. Instead as we approach the bus stop I tell her to not be afraid to strike up conversation with me if she bumps into me again, and bid her good evening.
Looking back that glancing could have meant 1 of 2 things:
1. (the way I initially took it) She was looking for someone she knew to come 'save' her from this interaction she felt uncomfortable in. I leaned towards this because of how dispassionate the interaction was, and the lack of eye contact.
2. She was looking for people she knew because she was about to be a bad girl, and did not want to be caught. But I let her down right when I had. (Retrospectively more likely)
Other things I know I need to work on:
1. More touching! I noticed a perfect moment when we were talking about her dying her hair where I could have started touching it, tucking it behind her ear and whatnot.
2. I need to build more investment from her, as even if I took her home with me i'm not certain the sex would be passionate, more scratching an itch for her. (I don't feel the need to scratch my itch). Would be afraid that I wouldn't normally be the best she's ever had, like I normally would.
She comes back and asks what kind of sandwich I got, I don't respond. At this point the fun begins. I attempt to explain that i've taken a vow of silence. First trying to spell it out, and when that didn't work by attempting to forge the marriage vows connection. At this point another of her guy friends passes by, and I try explaining to him, and he's quicker than they are and after I tell him 3 words and he gets vows, he puts it together. He then goes off and does his own thing,
She said you just made that up and that I was talking to her earlier, I tap her head to say it's all in your head. I then leave the dining hall to use the restroom. When I come back she's at the entrance asking where i've been, and asks who just walks in and out like that. Back at the table I thought it'd be a great oppurtunity to approach and talk to another woman, to really grind her gears. I pick up my food, and she's like "OMG you are not leaving." (playfully), and pulls out my chair for me to stay. I hesitate a second and then leave.
I head over to this other girls table, I shout hey, but she has earbuds in, tap my plate on her table and ask to join. I introduce myself and her name is Kyla. We start off talking about schedules and her being a night person. After a bit of talking I notice her glance around a bit, so I decide to build a bit of compliance to see where we are at. I tell her a booth just opened up, so let's go grab it. She bites. She's taking a bit to gather her stuff, so I take the opportunity to grab a cookie.
When I come back she's sitting in the chair and not the booth, so I join her in the chair next to her. She asks what i'm planning to do with astrophysics, and I tell her that i'm going to become a veterinarian, because that's the logical choice. And at this point the sarcasm gets real. Some topics here include favorite childhood movies, mutual fear of the ocean, favorite animals, favorite cards against humanity cards. She's still glancing around and it's putting a damper on my spirits. I think about taking my leave here, but decide to push on for the experience, at the risk off making her uncomfortable and coming off creepy.
She has finished before me, and when I finish, I touch her shoulder and say "let's get going". I let her go ahead of me and go to get my jacket from where my friends were sitting (they are gone now). When I head over to the dish return she's waiting for me, which I take as a good sign. As we're walking out I have her continue the conversation I cut off as we were leaving. I ask her where she's off to, and she replies she's going back to her dorm. I had debated asking her to comeback to my room with whatever reason seemed to be handy, but ultimately decided not to because of the glancing. Instead as we approach the bus stop I tell her to not be afraid to strike up conversation with me if she bumps into me again, and bid her good evening.
Looking back that glancing could have meant 1 of 2 things:
1. (the way I initially took it) She was looking for someone she knew to come 'save' her from this interaction she felt uncomfortable in. I leaned towards this because of how dispassionate the interaction was, and the lack of eye contact.
2. She was looking for people she knew because she was about to be a bad girl, and did not want to be caught. But I let her down right when I had. (Retrospectively more likely)
Other things I know I need to work on:
1. More touching! I noticed a perfect moment when we were talking about her dying her hair where I could have started touching it, tucking it behind her ear and whatnot.
2. I need to build more investment from her, as even if I took her home with me i'm not certain the sex would be passionate, more scratching an itch for her. (I don't feel the need to scratch my itch). Would be afraid that I wouldn't normally be the best she's ever had, like I normally would.