Dating: She slipped...
Posted Friday, January 25 2013 at 00:00
That week started off so ordinarily, that it was very fitting that it should end in a spectacular way. But by Friday, there was no sign of anything different happening, and I started to count it off as one of those weeks that are like “fillers”, they only happen to pass the time. Friday evening, I went out looking for some excitement, otherwise, my life was as interesting as a windmill.
Still, nothing happened, the drinks were unusually plain, and even the company seemed bent on ensuring that I stayed bored permanently. Saturday, I decide to stay in and watch movies, and realised that I didn’t even have any movies to watch. But on Sunday, it happened out of nowhere. I was en route to see a business colleague to discuss some issues when I met her. Or rather, I passed by her.
She was standing there with an older woman talking, but I was taken up by the issue with my colleague I didn’t really see them until I was right next to them. I briefly looked at her, or rather checked her out, and walked on. I have learnt over the years to collect enough data in the briefest of glances. She had short hair, I like that. She was dressed simply but tastefully. I decided it wouldn’t be so bad to get another look.
So, I stopped moving, got a table where I could see her, and sat down. She was now moving towards my table, and she walked right past it, and I got quite an eyeful, but then, she came back, and asked me if we could share. If I was naive, I would have thought she was giving me a signal, or even making a pass at me. But I’m a down to earth man, and I know I have to work for everything I get.
After she sat down, I re-oriented my thoughts, and launched; “Hi, I think I have seen you somewhere.” Believe it or not that line still works on people. I have found it quite effective and I recommend it to you.
She answered with a puzzled look because, as she stated, she was very sure she had never seen me anywhere. In the brief brainstorming session that followed, I managed to collect information about her, what she did even her name, all in the point of trying to find out where I knew her from. I didn’t know her, I had never set eyes on her before in my life!
Then suddenly, I stood up to leave because my partner had arrived. I excused myself, and walked away. No, I didn’t get her number. I knew enough about her to get her number anytime I wanted. So, I left. And for the next three days, I searched for the number, and wished I had actually asked her for it.
See, while she hadn’t lied about her name and everything, there were several people by that name too. In the end, I didn’t get the number. But, trust luck.
The next Sunday, still in the same restaurant, I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in years, and when he asked me what I was doing there, I told him, and he happened to know the girl. And she was getting married in two weeks’ time. I still called her anyway.