Wow...
So I'm not the type to normally be intimidated by a girl. I can keep up with the naughtiest of them. But what happened tonight, well damn, I'm not quite sure what to make of it.
I was hanging out at the Red Lion Tavern in Silver Lake with my friend Jenn and her boyfriend Chris when this woman just totally pulled rank and proved I was way out of my league. She said, "My friend Becky has been eyeing your pickle."
I tried my best to not be intimidated. I tried to convince myself that I really did have a pickle on my plate and I really was not eating it. Maybe this good looking blonde with the dark glasses was just wondering if she could have it.
I made eye contact but could not utter a word. "Can she eat your pickle?" her friend asked.
Now what to do?
a. pretend as if nothing happened and just turn away
b. smile, finish my beer, and move on to the bar to order another drink?
c. say something dirty in return
d. all of the above
"I would be honored if she would eat my pickle," was the best I could muster, pushing my plate over. She looked over at me and grabbed the pickle. She ate it, pausing only to wipe the mustard on the side of the plate. She looked directly into my eyes as she did this.
I was awestrucken. Here I was, drunk as a fucking skunk, dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, wearing my coke-bottle glasses nonetheless, when some girl I've never met finds it necessary to flirt in such an inappropriate way.
Needless to say, I was very turned on.
Needless to say, I was very intimidated.
I mean, honestly, where do you go from there? One hell of a conversation starter, I'll admit. But what the hell was I supposed to do? Seriously, what do you say to that?
I spent the whole night eyeing this girl, and every time I caught her eye she smiled. But I couldn't bring myself to talk to her. I couldn't tell if she wanted me to pick up on the joke her friend had started, or if she was really the shy type (like me) caught up in something neither of us could really handle.
In the end I did nothing and I wonder if I will hate myself for it.
I am drinking now, a sorry consolation.
So I'm not the type to normally be intimidated by a girl. I can keep up with the naughtiest of them. But what happened tonight, well damn, I'm not quite sure what to make of it.
I was hanging out at the Red Lion Tavern in Silver Lake with my friend Jenn and her boyfriend Chris when this woman just totally pulled rank and proved I was way out of my league. She said, "My friend Becky has been eyeing your pickle."
I tried my best to not be intimidated. I tried to convince myself that I really did have a pickle on my plate and I really was not eating it. Maybe this good looking blonde with the dark glasses was just wondering if she could have it.
I made eye contact but could not utter a word. "Can she eat your pickle?" her friend asked.
Now what to do?
a. pretend as if nothing happened and just turn away
b. smile, finish my beer, and move on to the bar to order another drink?
c. say something dirty in return
d. all of the above
"I would be honored if she would eat my pickle," was the best I could muster, pushing my plate over. She looked over at me and grabbed the pickle. She ate it, pausing only to wipe the mustard on the side of the plate. She looked directly into my eyes as she did this.
I was awestrucken. Here I was, drunk as a fucking skunk, dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, wearing my coke-bottle glasses nonetheless, when some girl I've never met finds it necessary to flirt in such an inappropriate way.
Needless to say, I was very turned on.
Needless to say, I was very intimidated.
I mean, honestly, where do you go from there? One hell of a conversation starter, I'll admit. But what the hell was I supposed to do? Seriously, what do you say to that?
I spent the whole night eyeing this girl, and every time I caught her eye she smiled. But I couldn't bring myself to talk to her. I couldn't tell if she wanted me to pick up on the joke her friend had started, or if she was really the shy type (like me) caught up in something neither of us could really handle.
In the end I did nothing and I wonder if I will hate myself for it.
I am drinking now, a sorry consolation.