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Some days, I feel like I'm wearing a sign reading:
I'm just wondering how this happened at all!
Fuck-Up Report: "GirlPower"
I am casing the campus of our city's technical university for attractive women students. As I am drawing close to a street intersection, I see a fabulous girl cross toward my side. She has blond hair streaming down her back to just below the shoulder-blade; the lower layer is colored russet, giving a unique "lining" effect that I've never seen before. Her facial features have that narrow, sharply-defined yet feminine look, if you know what I mean... think Julia Roberts or even Grace Kelly.
She's at least 5'10", killer figure of course, and dressed in a black pantsuit that screams budding business power-lady. Despite the twenty-degree temperature she has on top only a light, short overcoat. We'll call her GirlPower
She's with a female friend; as I approach I see them exchange a few words intermittently. I am thinking there is no way, barring a miracle, that I can make a smooth approach in this group situation. Here on campus there's not exactly much traffic, yet after the girls step out of the street onto the sidewalk, at the same time that I arrive at the same corner, they stop, apparently waiting for the "Walk" signal at the crosswalk perpendicular to the one they've just traversed.
That one has just switched back to "Don't Walk" too, so I stop for that, also ignoring the totally empty street. The sun is shining brightly. As we have our backs to each other, I am giving GirlPower surreptitious attention over my shoulder, checking her out in my peripheral vision for any realistic inroad, but I am pretty certain that an effective opening is out of the question at my level of ability.
Then GirlPower turns her head and looks me direct in the eye for several seconds, a pleasant expression on her face. Habits kick in involuntarily and I say the first thing that comes into my head, which happens to be lifted directly from NJ's Christmas shopper lay report.
Then GirlPower looks at me again, and smiles. Alone. As my focus is now totally upon the very image of cuteness in front of me, so of course all my surroundings have dissolved into nothingness. It turns out that the BFF has gone just ten paces down the street I've just approached from, but smitten as I am, I'm unaware of that fact for the time being.
Anyway, I'm ready this time.
Am I reading too much into this, or did GirlPower ask her BFF to kindly get lost for a few moments so she could see what I wanted? And how did she know I wanted something?
Many here probably think my questions the height of naïveté, but all the same, I'd like to know
-Marty
That was certainly the case in my first interaction of today. Anyone who understands what was really going on here, the "subtext" as Colt would have it, is welcome to explain it to me as if I were a small child. I don't want to know where I went wrong, this time... I know where I went wrongPRACTICING DAY GAME. Surrounding persons kindly requested to participate.
Fuck-Up Report: "GirlPower"
I am casing the campus of our city's technical university for attractive women students. As I am drawing close to a street intersection, I see a fabulous girl cross toward my side. She has blond hair streaming down her back to just below the shoulder-blade; the lower layer is colored russet, giving a unique "lining" effect that I've never seen before. Her facial features have that narrow, sharply-defined yet feminine look, if you know what I mean... think Julia Roberts or even Grace Kelly.
She's at least 5'10", killer figure of course, and dressed in a black pantsuit that screams budding business power-lady. Despite the twenty-degree temperature she has on top only a light, short overcoat. We'll call her GirlPower
She's with a female friend; as I approach I see them exchange a few words intermittently. I am thinking there is no way, barring a miracle, that I can make a smooth approach in this group situation. Here on campus there's not exactly much traffic, yet after the girls step out of the street onto the sidewalk, at the same time that I arrive at the same corner, they stop, apparently waiting for the "Walk" signal at the crosswalk perpendicular to the one they've just traversed.
That one has just switched back to "Don't Walk" too, so I stop for that, also ignoring the totally empty street. The sun is shining brightly. As we have our backs to each other, I am giving GirlPower surreptitious attention over my shoulder, checking her out in my peripheral vision for any realistic inroad, but I am pretty certain that an effective opening is out of the question at my level of ability.
Then GirlPower turns her head and looks me direct in the eye for several seconds, a pleasant expression on her face. Habits kick in involuntarily and I say the first thing that comes into my head, which happens to be lifted directly from NJ's Christmas shopper lay report.
- Marty: Where's your coat? You're gonna freeze!
Then GirlPower looks at me again, and smiles. Alone. As my focus is now totally upon the very image of cuteness in front of me, so of course all my surroundings have dissolved into nothingness. It turns out that the BFF has gone just ten paces down the street I've just approached from, but smitten as I am, I'm unaware of that fact for the time being.
Anyway, I'm ready this time.
- Marty: You have a beautiful smile!
GirlPower: Thank you!
Marty: What's your name?
GirlPower: GirlPower.
Marty: (extending hand, she takes it) It's good to meet you, GirlPower. Do you study here, at the university?
GirlPower: Yes!
Marty: My name's Marty. (Release her hand.) What are you up to? You look as if you're dressed for a job interview! (Cold read)
- GirlPower: I gotta go. This is my ride!
Am I reading too much into this, or did GirlPower ask her BFF to kindly get lost for a few moments so she could see what I wanted? And how did she know I wanted something?
Many here probably think my questions the height of naïveté, but all the same, I'd like to know
-Marty