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Gentlemen, I want to take a moment to share a mini-FR (ongoing) that seems to illustrate how outcome independence can lubricate an interaction and make everything run more smoothly.
Saturday afternoon I walked across the street to pick up... some groceries! I had already opened four women that morning and was on a roll, but not specifically looking to open another—I was in the store because I actually needed groceries, for a change
I saw a couple girls there; one turned out to be with a "hidden boyfriend" down another aisle (always one to watch out for!) but another actually caught my gaze briefly at the produce section. I briefly considered opening but then the moment was gone and the angle wasn't right and... well, I got lazy.
So as I was checking out, the girl from the produce section sauntered over to the checkout next to me. I kinda regretted not opening her before; her face, while cute enough I suppose, wasn't exactly on a par with Helen of Troy, but she evidently took good care of herself and had a nice shapely... figure
We'll call her SvelteLady. I was slightly ahead of her time-wise, so I paid and then hung around near the exit, ostensibly checking out some special offers etc.
I caught her movement toward the exit in my peripheral vision, counted to three, then started moving toward the exit, staying slightly ahead so as not to be seen to be reacting. As she emerged into the fresh air I slowed, drew very close alongside, and with my body parallel and only a very slight head and eye motion toward her, opened with:
I wait two hours, then shoot off an icebreaker, then forget about her. In the meantime I open Espresso&Cream and this occupies all my attention. SvelteLady is somewhat lower value; she's certainly over thirty (though I'm not exactly a spring chicken myself) and her reaction speaks to not being approached all that often by quality men, but I must say I find her physically very appealing.
Twenty-four hours later (clearly she's been reading Cosmo), she replies assuring me that she has my number and was glad to meet me too. Isn't that just dandy? So I wait another thirty hours and pop the "calendar" question. Tonight (fully forty-eight hours later) she writes back, apologizing for the tardiness of her response, giving a brief explanation, asking after me, and proposing a coffee date for the weekend. How about that? Minimal effort, zero rumination, promising results. This "outcome independence" business has something going for it after all!
Speak to you chaps again soon
-Marty
Saturday afternoon I walked across the street to pick up... some groceries! I had already opened four women that morning and was on a roll, but not specifically looking to open another—I was in the store because I actually needed groceries, for a change
So as I was checking out, the girl from the produce section sauntered over to the checkout next to me. I kinda regretted not opening her before; her face, while cute enough I suppose, wasn't exactly on a par with Helen of Troy, but she evidently took good care of herself and had a nice shapely... figure
I caught her movement toward the exit in my peripheral vision, counted to three, then started moving toward the exit, staying slightly ahead so as not to be seen to be reacting. As she emerged into the fresh air I slowed, drew very close alongside, and with my body parallel and only a very slight head and eye motion toward her, opened with:
Marty: Do you have a second, please?
SvelteLady: What did you say?
Marty: I asked whether you have a second to speak with me.
SvelteLady: Certainly.
Marty: I just saw you shopping a moment ago, and I noticed ... (pause) ... you have a very elegant figure, and I ... (pause) ... just wanted to say hello!
SvelteLady: (smiling, looking down) Oh, thank you!
Marty: What's your name?
SvelteLady: I'm SvelteLady.
Marty: Delighted to meet you, SvelteLady! (pause, take her hand, stare deep into her eyes) I'm Marty.
Marty: Care to grab a coffee sometime?
SvelteLady: (momentarily speechless, then giggles) That's a bit random!
SvelteLady: Yes, I'd certainly be interested in doing that.
Marty: There, it wasn't that random, was it?
I wait two hours, then shoot off an icebreaker, then forget about her. In the meantime I open Espresso&Cream and this occupies all my attention. SvelteLady is somewhat lower value; she's certainly over thirty (though I'm not exactly a spring chicken myself) and her reaction speaks to not being approached all that often by quality men, but I must say I find her physically very appealing.
Twenty-four hours later (clearly she's been reading Cosmo), she replies assuring me that she has my number and was glad to meet me too. Isn't that just dandy? So I wait another thirty hours and pop the "calendar" question. Tonight (fully forty-eight hours later) she writes back, apologizing for the tardiness of her response, giving a brief explanation, asking after me, and proposing a coffee date for the weekend. How about that? Minimal effort, zero rumination, promising results. This "outcome independence" business has something going for it after all!
Speak to you chaps again soon
-Marty