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It was afternoon. I had just gotten out of class and walked straight to the library to complete my online assignments.
As I worked, I had my hand placed on the side of my face, cradling my head.
My eyes tilt upward and I notice two girls sliding into the aisle infront of me, as if they were trying to squeeze by people in a movie theater to find their seats. The girl leading has her eyes meet mine. I lock on until she directs her eyes away. She looked away and smiled. The girl and her friend take a seat at the open Mac computers in the aisle in front of me, two computers to the right.
I glance over in her direction. She is talking quietly to her friend and they are laughing. Her eyes meet mine again and then I slowly turn my eyes back toward my screen. I've gotta get this work done, no time for girls now. It's been this way for the past two days. I'd see opportunities and let them pass. My grades are slipping.
Then I realized. I know this girl.
Well, not KNOW know her, but she was in one of my classes last semester. She sat on the opposite side of the room next to the exit.
She was so cute. She was thin, had sandy blonde hair down to her shoulders, big blue eyes, and the slightest natural smile over her face. I thought, Scarlett Johannson, except with a face similar to Regina Spektor.
Just my type.
And she was interested in me.
About thirty minutes later, I finished my work, packed up my things and walked downstairs to look for my workout buddy, Sean.
I checked the cafeteria.
I checked the gym.
No where to be found.
His other hiding place is the library, where I had just come from. Maybe I should look behind the bookshelves where the secluded tables are.
I spun around and headed back up the stairs.
As I was coming up the last flight of stairs, the girl from earlier was faced in front of me going down.
Well, now's my chance...and my words spoke before I could even think.
"Hey, you were in my "Strategies for Success" class last semester..."
she locked eyes with me and smiled.
her: I don't remember...
me: doesn't matter, what's your name?
her: (she tells me her name)
me: I'm Wesley. (I shake her hand and continue holding it while we silently gaze into each other's eyes.)
me: you're cute.
(she smiles)
me: here, follow me, I'm looking for my friend. (I start walking towards the door she came out of, she follows me.)
We walk into the library and I search behind the rows and rows of bookshelves seaching for Sean.
Can't find him.
I can't help but think it might be weird for her to be following a guy not even talking to her.
me: I don't think he's here. I'll wait for him...let's go sit over there. (I find a seat at a secluded round table.)
She sits down. I sit down adjacent to her. She is smiling still and says she will work on some of her online work. She pulls out her laptop from her bag, opens it and looks at me, opening her mouth like she is about to speak.
me: "do you remember my name?"
her: (laughs) I was just about to ask you what your name was again.
me: aw, you forgot...haha..you have to guess.
her: aw really? haha...umm Daryl?
me: HA! not even close.
she tries a few more guesses and then playfully slaps my arm telling me to tell her.
I tell her.
her: ohhh...haha...my sister's ex boyfriend had that name.
me: oh really? What happened?
her: He was a douche...we don't speak his name here anymore (smiles)
me: (laugh) "we don't speak his name here anymore"
we laugh and talk a little about this and I delve into it a little.
then I ask what her name was.
She gives me this look as if she's up to something, like she's about to mess with me.
her: ohh you forgot? you have to guess. (mocking how I said it earlier)
me: Damn, what does it start with?
She holds her lips together and shake her head. "ah, ah, ah...not telling you. guess."
I guess a bunch of absurd names. Then I use the opportunity to move closer to her. Reaching for her bag to see if she has her name on it. Clicking the "start" button on her desktop of her "windows" laptop. Searching anyplace that she might have her name.
me: okay..just tell me...actually....(I pull out my phone) type it in here...along with your number.
She gives me this look that says "oh you're smoooth"
she takes my phone, puts in her number while smiling and says "Is this how you get girl's numbers?"
me: nope, just you
I look at my phone after she hands it to me.
me: Kim?
her: mhm.
By this time our chairs are next to each other so I successfully closed the distance. Now, I need to build comfort and tension and attraction.
I test her comfort levels, asking her if I can see her hand. She hands it to me and I intertwine my fingers with hers. She has no problem with it and semi-sheepishly looks away.
We're talking about logistics. What side of town she lives on. The high school she graduated from.
I tell her I have no ride home and say: "you should take me home"
her: I would but I have to go to work.
I ask where she works.
her: "the loop"
me: the LOO?
her: (laughs) nooo.."the Loop"...at the beach.
me: ohh okay, I was about to say...1) why did you turn english all of a sudden and 2) why would you work in a bathroom?
We start being playful and talking in english accents, saying funny phrases. Then I bring up her taking me home again.
me: you should take me home...
her: whyyy?
me: you do want to see me again right?
her: like here at school or outside of school?
me: whatever you want..you're suggesting outside of school...do you want to?
her: (bites her lip and has this really sexy expression on her face) hmm...yea..i'd like that.
her: where do you live?
I tell her close to the beach but not actually at the beach. I tell her the area.
her: that's not close! haha...i'd be going out of my way to go there.
me: really? haha so I guess i'm a "townie" (what the beach people call the people who live inland) to you then?
her: yeaa...you're a 'townie'.
we go back and forth verbal sword-fighting while she's doing her Algebra on her computer.
She tries her best to keep up the conversation because I occasionally let it fade to create tension.
She gives in to the social pressure and asks me questions and as always, I am difficult giving her answers and returning questions back. By this time we're sitting side by side with our knees touching. I'm at a slight angle so that I can face her.
I look at her screen. She has a 'combine like terms' type algebra problem with the variable being "D". (oh this is just too easy)
I do the math in my head and then tell her the answer while she is writing the math out on her paper.
me: 180d cubed plus 36d squared plus 15d minus 6....that's a lot of "D". (eyebrow raise)
her: (she looks at me and smiles) you are sooo sexual.
me: no point in hiding it...i'm assuming you are too.
her: (she smiled and bit her lip while looking away sheepishly) we can't talk about that here.
me: that's what I like to hear.
throughout the conversation I reward her a few times by pulling her in and hugging her saying "it's okay" or "that's alright"
Giving her permission to be herself.
By this time...I really want to be locking lips with her. She tells me she has to finish up and go to work in a few minutes.
The conversation faded and wasn't really resurrecting. I searched my thoughts, vigorously looking for how I can close the deal. Though, on the outside, I looked calm.
Eventually, she got up and pushed in her chair, packed up her things.
I stood up as well and said that I should go find Sean.
We walked together down the stairs. silently.
her: you don't have to walk me to my car.
me: what? (mis-heard her)
her: you don't have to walk me to my car.
me: ohh, okay..I thought you said "you have to walk me to my car"...how demanding? haha
her: (she smiled..she stopped and turned to me.)
We hug
her: It was nice meeting you. (she starts to pull away and we're holding hands...our hands are outstretched still holding as she slips away slowly.)
I take her hand and pull her back in in a dominating way, as if we were salsa dancing. I pull her body into me and hold her waist as she rests her head on my chest.
She holds me a little longer this time. Then she backs away and turns around to walk, swaying her hips.
I check out her ass.
me: aww...you have a cute ass.
she turns her head and looks over her shoulder at me with a seductive expression. Her hair covering one eye, her smile slowly spreading.
her: Text me okay?
me: alright.
and she walks away.
Later on, when I got home, I sent her this text.
"Hey Kim, when do you get off of work?
-Wes"
no reply since I sent it on Wednesday.
It sucks to say this but...I miss her. I like her a little. Of course she can't know that I do.
I normally don't text any of the girls because I hate texting and I'm not the best at turning it into meetups but, I really want to see her again. I can tell we will have fun If we do.
things to work on:
-deep diving (I didn't learn that much about her..we were being playful and flirting most of the time)
- building sexual tension (again..I was getting lost in this whole "being playful" thing that I didn't switch gears)
- closing (this is the 4th time now that i've missed out on a makeout opportunity. I keep doubting myself.)
Time to re-read some of the blog posts.
Come on guys, stop lurking and share some of your personal experiences, advice, and guidance on where to go from here.
I actually want to see her again.
What do I text her? How can I get comfortable enough to just take a girl's face and passionately kiss her?
that's all for now. deuces.
Wes.
As I worked, I had my hand placed on the side of my face, cradling my head.
My eyes tilt upward and I notice two girls sliding into the aisle infront of me, as if they were trying to squeeze by people in a movie theater to find their seats. The girl leading has her eyes meet mine. I lock on until she directs her eyes away. She looked away and smiled. The girl and her friend take a seat at the open Mac computers in the aisle in front of me, two computers to the right.
I glance over in her direction. She is talking quietly to her friend and they are laughing. Her eyes meet mine again and then I slowly turn my eyes back toward my screen. I've gotta get this work done, no time for girls now. It's been this way for the past two days. I'd see opportunities and let them pass. My grades are slipping.
Then I realized. I know this girl.
Well, not KNOW know her, but she was in one of my classes last semester. She sat on the opposite side of the room next to the exit.
She was so cute. She was thin, had sandy blonde hair down to her shoulders, big blue eyes, and the slightest natural smile over her face. I thought, Scarlett Johannson, except with a face similar to Regina Spektor.
Just my type.
And she was interested in me.
About thirty minutes later, I finished my work, packed up my things and walked downstairs to look for my workout buddy, Sean.
I checked the cafeteria.
I checked the gym.
No where to be found.
His other hiding place is the library, where I had just come from. Maybe I should look behind the bookshelves where the secluded tables are.
I spun around and headed back up the stairs.
As I was coming up the last flight of stairs, the girl from earlier was faced in front of me going down.
Well, now's my chance...and my words spoke before I could even think.
"Hey, you were in my "Strategies for Success" class last semester..."
she locked eyes with me and smiled.
her: I don't remember...
me: doesn't matter, what's your name?
her: (she tells me her name)
me: I'm Wesley. (I shake her hand and continue holding it while we silently gaze into each other's eyes.)
me: you're cute.
(she smiles)
me: here, follow me, I'm looking for my friend. (I start walking towards the door she came out of, she follows me.)
We walk into the library and I search behind the rows and rows of bookshelves seaching for Sean.
Can't find him.
I can't help but think it might be weird for her to be following a guy not even talking to her.
me: I don't think he's here. I'll wait for him...let's go sit over there. (I find a seat at a secluded round table.)
She sits down. I sit down adjacent to her. She is smiling still and says she will work on some of her online work. She pulls out her laptop from her bag, opens it and looks at me, opening her mouth like she is about to speak.
me: "do you remember my name?"
her: (laughs) I was just about to ask you what your name was again.
me: aw, you forgot...haha..you have to guess.
her: aw really? haha...umm Daryl?
me: HA! not even close.
she tries a few more guesses and then playfully slaps my arm telling me to tell her.
I tell her.
her: ohhh...haha...my sister's ex boyfriend had that name.
me: oh really? What happened?
her: He was a douche...we don't speak his name here anymore (smiles)
me: (laugh) "we don't speak his name here anymore"
we laugh and talk a little about this and I delve into it a little.
then I ask what her name was.
She gives me this look as if she's up to something, like she's about to mess with me.
her: ohh you forgot? you have to guess. (mocking how I said it earlier)
me: Damn, what does it start with?
She holds her lips together and shake her head. "ah, ah, ah...not telling you. guess."
I guess a bunch of absurd names. Then I use the opportunity to move closer to her. Reaching for her bag to see if she has her name on it. Clicking the "start" button on her desktop of her "windows" laptop. Searching anyplace that she might have her name.
me: okay..just tell me...actually....(I pull out my phone) type it in here...along with your number.
She gives me this look that says "oh you're smoooth"
she takes my phone, puts in her number while smiling and says "Is this how you get girl's numbers?"
me: nope, just you
I look at my phone after she hands it to me.
me: Kim?
her: mhm.
By this time our chairs are next to each other so I successfully closed the distance. Now, I need to build comfort and tension and attraction.
I test her comfort levels, asking her if I can see her hand. She hands it to me and I intertwine my fingers with hers. She has no problem with it and semi-sheepishly looks away.
We're talking about logistics. What side of town she lives on. The high school she graduated from.
I tell her I have no ride home and say: "you should take me home"
her: I would but I have to go to work.
I ask where she works.
her: "the loop"
me: the LOO?
her: (laughs) nooo.."the Loop"...at the beach.
me: ohh okay, I was about to say...1) why did you turn english all of a sudden and 2) why would you work in a bathroom?
We start being playful and talking in english accents, saying funny phrases. Then I bring up her taking me home again.
me: you should take me home...
her: whyyy?
me: you do want to see me again right?
her: like here at school or outside of school?
me: whatever you want..you're suggesting outside of school...do you want to?
her: (bites her lip and has this really sexy expression on her face) hmm...yea..i'd like that.
her: where do you live?
I tell her close to the beach but not actually at the beach. I tell her the area.
her: that's not close! haha...i'd be going out of my way to go there.
me: really? haha so I guess i'm a "townie" (what the beach people call the people who live inland) to you then?
her: yeaa...you're a 'townie'.
we go back and forth verbal sword-fighting while she's doing her Algebra on her computer.
She tries her best to keep up the conversation because I occasionally let it fade to create tension.
She gives in to the social pressure and asks me questions and as always, I am difficult giving her answers and returning questions back. By this time we're sitting side by side with our knees touching. I'm at a slight angle so that I can face her.
I look at her screen. She has a 'combine like terms' type algebra problem with the variable being "D". (oh this is just too easy)
I do the math in my head and then tell her the answer while she is writing the math out on her paper.
me: 180d cubed plus 36d squared plus 15d minus 6....that's a lot of "D". (eyebrow raise)
her: (she looks at me and smiles) you are sooo sexual.
me: no point in hiding it...i'm assuming you are too.
her: (she smiled and bit her lip while looking away sheepishly) we can't talk about that here.
me: that's what I like to hear.
throughout the conversation I reward her a few times by pulling her in and hugging her saying "it's okay" or "that's alright"
Giving her permission to be herself.
By this time...I really want to be locking lips with her. She tells me she has to finish up and go to work in a few minutes.
The conversation faded and wasn't really resurrecting. I searched my thoughts, vigorously looking for how I can close the deal. Though, on the outside, I looked calm.
Eventually, she got up and pushed in her chair, packed up her things.
I stood up as well and said that I should go find Sean.
We walked together down the stairs. silently.
her: you don't have to walk me to my car.
me: what? (mis-heard her)
her: you don't have to walk me to my car.
me: ohh, okay..I thought you said "you have to walk me to my car"...how demanding? haha
her: (she smiled..she stopped and turned to me.)
We hug
her: It was nice meeting you. (she starts to pull away and we're holding hands...our hands are outstretched still holding as she slips away slowly.)
I take her hand and pull her back in in a dominating way, as if we were salsa dancing. I pull her body into me and hold her waist as she rests her head on my chest.
She holds me a little longer this time. Then she backs away and turns around to walk, swaying her hips.
I check out her ass.
me: aww...you have a cute ass.
she turns her head and looks over her shoulder at me with a seductive expression. Her hair covering one eye, her smile slowly spreading.
her: Text me okay?
me: alright.
and she walks away.
Later on, when I got home, I sent her this text.
"Hey Kim, when do you get off of work?
-Wes"
no reply since I sent it on Wednesday.
It sucks to say this but...I miss her. I like her a little. Of course she can't know that I do.
I normally don't text any of the girls because I hate texting and I'm not the best at turning it into meetups but, I really want to see her again. I can tell we will have fun If we do.
things to work on:
-deep diving (I didn't learn that much about her..we were being playful and flirting most of the time)
- building sexual tension (again..I was getting lost in this whole "being playful" thing that I didn't switch gears)
- closing (this is the 4th time now that i've missed out on a makeout opportunity. I keep doubting myself.)
Time to re-read some of the blog posts.
Come on guys, stop lurking and share some of your personal experiences, advice, and guidance on where to go from here.
I actually want to see her again.
What do I text her? How can I get comfortable enough to just take a girl's face and passionately kiss her?
that's all for now. deuces.
Wes.