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Not a field report, just the weird story of a funny approach I made that made me think I was tripping or daydreaming. Just wanted to share.
University campus. Dead hour. Deserted everywhere but the classrooms. I head to the student center/food court and the few people there are eating or on their laptops. Anyone who isn't is a single parent headed to an interview for a scholarship that offers nothing to me (I checked).
I walk a while. Halfway across campus to the food trucks, to be exact, and I see a woman sitting there. Just me type. I see her, she sees me, she smiles, I approach. I don't usually wait for approach indicators, so this is perfect. I see her having a drink in front of the smoothie truck and I decide to use the opener I've been practicing:
"Real quick, can you point me in the direction of where I can get a drink?" I say right in front of the big sign of drinks. (Supposed to be funny)
She asks, "Like, alcohol?" I suppress a laugh, then plan to tease her about having booze on her mind so early. Naughty. She then reconsiders her naughty response, smiles, and recommends I check out the student center/food court at the other side of campus. So my next move is to chicken out (approach anxiety, very rare for me, the one thing I had down), thank her, and turn tail. I decisively slink to my new destination wearing my forced smile with pride as I proudly beat myself up on the inside.
But I get stopped as I leave the set's line of sight. A new, random woman approaches me? Never happened before. Out of everyone in the quad, why me? Irrelevent. Oh. She's a single mom who desperately needed to find the scholarship for single parents event, and needs directions. Right place at the right time. Except she was almost late because life sucks, but got lucky enough to bump into the one guy in the quad who pays attention to this sort of stuff. I walk her there, we talk a bit about what she needs to know for the interview, and she heads in to pick herself up and prepare for a better livelihood.
Funny how that worked out. I walk back to the set to tell her about this as I thought "that's gonna be a hell of a story to tell when we passin the blunt!"
She was gone.
University campus. Dead hour. Deserted everywhere but the classrooms. I head to the student center/food court and the few people there are eating or on their laptops. Anyone who isn't is a single parent headed to an interview for a scholarship that offers nothing to me (I checked).
I walk a while. Halfway across campus to the food trucks, to be exact, and I see a woman sitting there. Just me type. I see her, she sees me, she smiles, I approach. I don't usually wait for approach indicators, so this is perfect. I see her having a drink in front of the smoothie truck and I decide to use the opener I've been practicing:
"Real quick, can you point me in the direction of where I can get a drink?" I say right in front of the big sign of drinks. (Supposed to be funny)
She asks, "Like, alcohol?" I suppress a laugh, then plan to tease her about having booze on her mind so early. Naughty. She then reconsiders her naughty response, smiles, and recommends I check out the student center/food court at the other side of campus. So my next move is to chicken out (approach anxiety, very rare for me, the one thing I had down), thank her, and turn tail. I decisively slink to my new destination wearing my forced smile with pride as I proudly beat myself up on the inside.
But I get stopped as I leave the set's line of sight. A new, random woman approaches me? Never happened before. Out of everyone in the quad, why me? Irrelevent. Oh. She's a single mom who desperately needed to find the scholarship for single parents event, and needs directions. Right place at the right time. Except she was almost late because life sucks, but got lucky enough to bump into the one guy in the quad who pays attention to this sort of stuff. I walk her there, we talk a bit about what she needs to know for the interview, and she heads in to pick herself up and prepare for a better livelihood.
Funny how that worked out. I walk back to the set to tell her about this as I thought "that's gonna be a hell of a story to tell when we passin the blunt!"
She was gone.
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