| Kind of a long read but I could use the help fellas:
I'm from Los Angeles and I'm visiting Vancouver for the weekend. Went to Steve Nash Gym and the HB8 at front let's me in for free.
I finish the workout and I am walking to the lockeroom. I'm pumped, in Brad Pit flight club shape and pretty decent in the looks department. I see her at the bottom of the stairs.
HB8: How was your workout?
me: Great! I fell Great! Thanks for letting me in, that was really cool.
HB8: No problem.
me: Let me make it up to you. I'm in town from LA for the weekend. I'm meeting a friend for dinner tomorrow but let me take you out for a happy drink before.
HB8: I'm Dayna (hand out)
me: I'm Jeff. Nice to meet you.
me: So, how does the happy hour sound?
HB8: (pauses for a sec) hmmm, I gotta work at 7:30am on Saturday morning.
me: Not a big deal, I'm eating dinner with my friend anyway, I'll be up here a lot since this is now my territory and just looking to meet new people.
HB8 (pauses another sec) Probably not tomorrow night.....
me: OK, so I'll see you tomorrow here?
HB8: I'm not working tomorrow.
me: Oh, OK, maybe I'll see ya Saturday.
HB8: Yeah, I see ya later…
I go take a sauna and shower. I felt a somewhat decent vibe since she asked me my name 1st and paused a couple of times so I decided to push it (it's always on right?). This is where things really go south:
I'm walking out and she's close to me at the counter. Another girl working is taking to a member but they are within earshot. As I'm walking out I tried to be smooth but it back fired:
She's looking up at the TV in the direction where I'm coming from. I stop so we’re shoulder to shoulder looking in the opposite direction:
HB8: Hey, have a great night.
me: OK, you too. (walking, then pause). Oh yeah, Dayna, just in case I don’t see you Saturday (pull out my phone). I assume your area code is 250? (I type in 250 and pause and look at her).
HB8: 604...(see is still looking up at the TV - she probably thought initially I said "what's the area code here") (Then she looks at me and then realizes that I want her number) I'm sorry, I don't give out my number at work...
me: Well, if I don't come Saturday, it wouldn't be work (stupid, I know..I tried for a funny grin but it was a big DLV)
HB8: (back to looking up at the TV)...yeah, but my boyfriend probably wouldn’t like it (obviously BS)
me: (I tried to salvage the situation by poking fun)...now Dayna, it's waaaaaay too early in our relationship to try and make me jealous...(with a grin, I thought it would break the tension)
HB8: (still looking at the TV)...sorry (she said it smiling with her teeth clenched).
me: Thanks Danya, I'll see ya (and walk out).
Could really use the help. Was she ever even slightly into me? Some advice on how to play it in a future situation?
Thanks!
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