So, the girl with the sexy voice did not show up today. BUT, her friend walks in, who has tons of lover value, walks in. She sees me and I glance at her before returning to my work expecting she is going to sit somewhere else other than next to me. Turns out, out of all the 7 other chairs, she comes over and places her coat on the chair next to me. In my head I'm thinking, "It's on," and a grin spreads across the side of my face she can't see. She places her coat down and then walks towards the exit to go do something; I check her out and she has a cute face, amazing body. Tight blue jeans and this really nice navy blue jacket, and a white scarf with brown polkadots. As I'm watching her walk out my ego is saying, "Dude... do something please..." I check the clock and it is 11:47 am. I'm thinking, damn I have couple of minutes before people begin coming in cos tutors come in every hour to take their shifts. I don't really know what to say but when she gets back she is setting up her stuff very slow and proper and cautious like, which is completely different from her behavior on Tuesday when she is talking like crazy. There is obvious tension in the air, not Cuban missile crisis status, but it felt like it, at least for me it did. I do take note of her perfume which smells nice. I make that as my "in" for talking to her. I also remembered that she jokingly called me the name of some other guy who shares the same heritage as me. So one of the two would serve as my opener.
She gets her stuff together and sits down. At first I don't say anything because I'm really fucking nervous for whatever reason, but I keep telling myself, "Just have fun. Just have fun. The hell with it man." I check my watch one more time, it is 11:53, and I am thinking, "Fucking damnit cmon! Do something pleeeaasssseeeee!!!!" I notice she is making sure to keep a good image in front of me, sitting up on the edge of her seat, straight back just like the last girl; when someone speaks to her, she picks her words carefully rather than how she was behaving on tuesday, very boisterous and flamboyant in front of her friends. I decide that she is waiting on me, "What do I have to lose?" I clench my teeth and take a huge mental sigh and think, "Okay."
*I've learned the hard lesson of how important it is to preopen someone, man or woman, before speaking to them. Usually people hear me, but when they don't and I feel like a total idiot waiting for them to turn or repeat myself again, but louder. So, to prevent this, I lightly placed my hand on her upper arm*
Me: Hey
*She looks at me with this "you talking to me" look*
Her: Hmmm?
Me: We've never been introduced before but I just had to tell you that I like the smell of your perfume. * It reminds me of a good friend of mine.
Her: Oh thanks! *She smiles, but her eyes light up in a way that indicates being either surprised and creeped out or surprised and elated to what I said, maybe both*
Me: What's your name by the way?
Her: *Her name* and you?
Me: Eric
*I reach out my hand and gently shake hers and I turn to my work and she gets back to Facebook*
Me: and I like your name too, it's... unique.
*A student came in to complain about housing issues which prompted a discussion with everyone in the room. Then two more people came in, one of the tutors and a grad student I've mentioned before. The fear of putting social pressure got to me and I dropped the conversation by telling her "It was nice to meet you" before turning back to my work and her getting back to her laptop and listening to the current situation. I interjected here and there but listened more than I spoke cos I don't really know much about the whole situation and didn't want to be some blabbering, opinionated fool (many lessons relearned).*
*After 10 more minutes there, I leave a little early for class. When I know I am out of sight from anyone, I playfully punch the air saying, "Yah yah yah!!!"*
Besides my failings to continue the conversation, I felt pretty damn happy even though I didn't show it except for this slight grin on my face. HUGE WEIGHT lifted off of my shoulders and took note of that rush of serotonin! I don't know why I felt more rewarded with this girl vs HTM. My only reasoning is that I wasn't as attracted to HTM as I was this girl. HTM was very eager and excited from the beginning and this girl I know is interested for sure, but she definitely handled herself better or I am more attracted to her physically than I was for HTM. I know this probably sounds like nothing, but it is a lot to me, especially since I haven't approached a girl in forever, which is still a problem cos I need to develop my cold approaching skills prior to graduation when I will actually have to walk up to women and open them from that point forward.
Things to do in the future, sit next to her again and start a conversation and deep dive her. I'm guessing people ask her about her name a lot it is quite unique; therefore, I'll probably ask her about her major and what she wants to do with that and if that is what she wants to do for the rest of her life or does she have other plans.
Thanks guys for giving me that little tiny push!
Extra Afterthoughts: After reading the actual interaction itself, I can't help but laugh because there was so much pressure prior to actually speaking. I think the fault is in over-thinking and worrying too much. The only way to combat this, at least for over-analytical individuals like myself, is to cut the mind off and just jump in and run the gamut with no plan whatsoever. Thinking about it more, I feel like that is how naturals act like. They just do shit and they don't care if they get shot down or not as Pinot said. There's this relieving effect that you feel and this surge of reward and accomplishment. Imagining that with multiple girls in a day or week... wow!!! But then again, the brain develops habitualization to prevent us from repeating the same action over and over again. Still worth it though, to experience that period and remember it as being exciting and new. I just hope it is as refreshing and exciting and new as those times as it is when I meet my wife, if I ever settle down in the future. I'm sure I will though. I tend to remember a lot of things, whether it be the first time or the last time, I remember them. The psychology term serial position effect comes to mind: we are more likely to remember things that occur at the beginning and at the end than we do those that occur in the middle. I gain some peace with that worrying about the specialness of meaning my wife than because I know she will be the last woman I will ever try to seduce, date, or anything of the sort, granted I remain a high value man.