Brian
Well-known member
So we have this mexican grill in town, kind of like a subway. You pick what you want (huge burrito, taco salad, etc) and you go along with a sort of 'sandwhich chef' choosing all what you want.
Well, this is one of my favorite restaurants (I really like eating out, it's like a hobby when I deem it financially reasonable), and recently this really gorgeous gal started working there.
I thought I had her work schedule figured out; my friend who works there said she'd be working today. Naturally I assumed that meant an 8 hour shift. So on my way home from the gym, I decided I was going to stop by and ask for her number. I had it all planned out, right down to my exit strategy and my plan if she said no. I had my music blasting, I even had my chant going: "Girls are not scary. Girls are not scary. Girls are people too and do not consume human flesh under normal circumstances. I am a sexy beast. Girls are not scary."
So I park and go in, and the same gal from last night is there working. "Did you get a chance to visit with Kristin today?"
...No. Apparently I didn't.
Bah. I know tommorow's another day, but I was all psyched up and everything. I was feelin' good, relatively speaking. Blah.
Oh well. Here's to next time...
On a side note, fellas, I have a good strategy I think in case she declines your advance. I think it'll help save some of our pride/self image by giving a bit of grace, and may get you a date anyway. Have your name and number written down and in your pocket/wallet. If she politely declines, just be like "Ah. Well, in case you wanna think about it..." and hand it to her then make your exit.
Hopefully I won't be able to report on the efficacy of that, though
Well, this is one of my favorite restaurants (I really like eating out, it's like a hobby when I deem it financially reasonable), and recently this really gorgeous gal started working there.
I thought I had her work schedule figured out; my friend who works there said she'd be working today. Naturally I assumed that meant an 8 hour shift. So on my way home from the gym, I decided I was going to stop by and ask for her number. I had it all planned out, right down to my exit strategy and my plan if she said no. I had my music blasting, I even had my chant going: "Girls are not scary. Girls are not scary. Girls are people too and do not consume human flesh under normal circumstances. I am a sexy beast. Girls are not scary."
So I park and go in, and the same gal from last night is there working. "Did you get a chance to visit with Kristin today?"
...No. Apparently I didn't.
Bah. I know tommorow's another day, but I was all psyched up and everything. I was feelin' good, relatively speaking. Blah.
Oh well. Here's to next time...
On a side note, fellas, I have a good strategy I think in case she declines your advance. I think it'll help save some of our pride/self image by giving a bit of grace, and may get you a date anyway. Have your name and number written down and in your pocket/wallet. If she politely declines, just be like "Ah. Well, in case you wanna think about it..." and hand it to her then make your exit.
Hopefully I won't be able to report on the efficacy of that, though