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After staying up all night, a few plane rides, and getting hustled by TSA, my mind was, not surprisingly, feeling pretty frayed. So when I see a pretty girl waiting outside the gate to my last flight, I don't approach her and instead just continue listening to my audiobook (The Story of Philosophy, by Will Durant).
I'm one of the last to board the plane, and, low and behold, it turns out I'm sitting next to the girl I noticed at the gate. However, she is already in conversation with a man she just met, a few years my senior, sitting in the aisle seat, who is clearly interested. She is cute and sweet, and he is well-groomed and clearly fairly well-off (which is later confirmed).
I move past them and sit down at the window with only a few words exchanged. After working on the track I started the night before for about an hour, I start to get a headache from trying to concentrate and the turbulence so put my laptop away. I stare into space for a bit and listen to them chat, inwardly diagnosing his mistakes and getting an idea of who the girl is.
I am surprised to realize the guy has made no headway since I got on the plane (I thought he'd have at least a bit of game, judging by the look of him, but he is spending way too much time talking about himself and all the cool things he does) -- he hasn't even gotten her number -- so I decide to show him how it's done; give him a little lesson in deep diving.
In a gap in their conversation I make a comment -- I forget what; though it was something indirect -- and proceed to deep dive her. Early on I learn that she is coming to the same city as me. I learn about her family, her dreams, motivations, etc. while that guy, one hour in, still probably didn't even know why she was going where she was going. The long and short of it is: we hit it off, a sexual vibe is built, and I get her number. Meanwhile, the other guy starts scrambling; he starts trying to jump into our conversation, and his attempts are becoming more and more desperate. By the end of the flight he has thoroughly othered himself, and his efforts to impress her to get her focused on him again are only making me look even better. She follows me out and pronounces that she looks forward to meeting up this weekend.
It's good being king.
Oskar
I'm one of the last to board the plane, and, low and behold, it turns out I'm sitting next to the girl I noticed at the gate. However, she is already in conversation with a man she just met, a few years my senior, sitting in the aisle seat, who is clearly interested. She is cute and sweet, and he is well-groomed and clearly fairly well-off (which is later confirmed).
I move past them and sit down at the window with only a few words exchanged. After working on the track I started the night before for about an hour, I start to get a headache from trying to concentrate and the turbulence so put my laptop away. I stare into space for a bit and listen to them chat, inwardly diagnosing his mistakes and getting an idea of who the girl is.
I am surprised to realize the guy has made no headway since I got on the plane (I thought he'd have at least a bit of game, judging by the look of him, but he is spending way too much time talking about himself and all the cool things he does) -- he hasn't even gotten her number -- so I decide to show him how it's done; give him a little lesson in deep diving.
In a gap in their conversation I make a comment -- I forget what; though it was something indirect -- and proceed to deep dive her. Early on I learn that she is coming to the same city as me. I learn about her family, her dreams, motivations, etc. while that guy, one hour in, still probably didn't even know why she was going where she was going. The long and short of it is: we hit it off, a sexual vibe is built, and I get her number. Meanwhile, the other guy starts scrambling; he starts trying to jump into our conversation, and his attempts are becoming more and more desperate. By the end of the flight he has thoroughly othered himself, and his efforts to impress her to get her focused on him again are only making me look even better. She follows me out and pronounces that she looks forward to meeting up this weekend.
It's good being king.
Oskar
