Wander's little instructional tale suddenly jolted a memory from Las Vegas last week...
I was seated by myself at a bar, waiting for a certain girl to show. It was getting towards the end of the night, and the bar/restaurant was in the early stages of closing down. I'm texting friends, when suddenly, out of the blue, a cute waitress stops and asks me if I'm in here often and was I at that table (pointing over my shoulder) last week? I'm caught slightly off guard, but see she's awefully cute, and immediately look directly into her eyes and went into autopilot knowing/confident smile mode. (Note: I'm in LV once, maybe twice a year, so no I wasn't there.)
After replying, "I'm not sure, do you owe me money?", we both have a laugh, make small talk and I'm teasing her for the mistaken identity. Then she's playfully slapping my shoulder when I tease her about some sloppiness in her uniform/apron. She's summoned by the Mgr. and is off with a smile and wink. If I had stuck around getting her number was a given. But, my date shows up moments later. Sheesh, when it rains it pours. The waitress did scamper by again a minute or two later...and in a deliberate, jestful, LOL-tone says directly to my date, "careful, he was hitting on me."
Whoa! Huh? Who was hitting on who? And, really? Was that necessary? Okay, so maybe not a 100% clear who was hitting on who--but the opportunity was was definitely initiated by the waitress--who never did explain her original inquiry to me. Also, I'm not sure if the waitress meant to boost me, or torpedo me in front of my date...because why even comment, right? Maybe a little of both. Girls are not rational creatures.
I suppose the point of the story, for lazytjai, is you've got to be ready to roll with it at a moment's notice. And more often than not, if you give off the vibe of "already taken", that attracts ladies more than anything else...So, even if you're not taken, learn to give off that vibe. In one of the universe's crazy twists, once you stop looking, that's when they find you. | |
