what are your first thoughts when seeing an attractive girl
if perverted.. how long will it take you to finally give the girl a shot at a relationship with you? and when I say relationship I'm excluding I'm only here til I can bang. get me?
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(Part 3 of a multi-part answer, this is a long answer, but it gets asked frequently enough that I think it is worth expounding on, the text limit isn't enough)
Okay, I'm starting to come out of a mini-haze. So, you know she's a beauty, what are you going to do about it?
(Once she sits down, she pulls out a large paperback of...what the heck...science experiments?! Wait a minute, aren't you supposed to read novels on the train?!)
Ha ha, this girl is a complete and utter nerd. What a dork! She's a geekess! I'm laughing hard internally now. Okay, she's no addicted to Cosmo so she can't be all bad right? Alright man, it is now or never. She might be getting off at the next stop.
(I lean towards her and pretend that I don't know my way around the Chicago train system. which is somewhat true)
She has one hand in her hair and the other holding her book open. I happened to have a mini-map that I was fumbling around with that shows the various stations along the route. I asked her what is the best way to get to Union Station, where I would take the Metra to my house out in the suburbs. I already knew the answer, but I was testing to see if she is the helpful type or not.
(The moment of truth arrives. She turns and faces me. A smile. Oooooh. Keep it together now. I'm a fairly confident guy and she just made my day. Ah butterflies!)
My name is **** I tell her. We'll call her Anna. Anna proceeds to give me extremely detailed directions to get the station and points it out on the map I'm holding. I thank her warmly. She was smiling while she talked. Ha ha, a beautiful girl that IS friendly. This lady batting two for two!
For small talk I tell her I moved out to Chicago from California in July of last year, but haven't had much of a chance to see the city. I then ask her where she likes to visit when she gets the free time. She starts to tell me a couple of her favorite places to eat and then my heart sinks...
...she had just shifted her left hand which was still in her hair this entire time and brings it down to her lap, resting it upon her book.
MY HEART MISSES A BEAT.
PLAIN AS DAY, THERE RESTS A SILVER BAND WITH A MASSIVE DIAMOND IN THE MIDDLE ON HER RING FINGER.
NO. NO. NO. NOOOOOOOOO!
(I'm not one for self-pity, but this is just more than I can take.)
I muster up a massive amount of courage and thank her for her help. Wow, I feel like a deflated balloon. Well, at least it was nice meeting a beautiful girl that didn't seem to let it get to her head. Whomever he is, he better treat her like gold. Better luck next time, eh? I go home without a phone number, but she's not likely to be forgotten anytime soon.
This is a true story. I'll see a girl this striking fairly often in the city, but few have the personality or demeanor that makes me want to approach. I've thought of Anna several times during the week. She is the ultra-rare beauty that carries herself with class and warmth.
Ah Anna, if only you had a twin.
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