on my way home, I was in Walgreens and I see this lady on the phone, I go up to her and say she is cute and I wanted to meet her, and she's still on the phone:
Her: [Talking to her friend on her cell] There's this guy in front of me who's hitting on me.
Me: [Just looking at her]
Her: [On phone] My friend says to fuck off.
Me: Tell your friend that I'm still standing here.
Her: [On phone] He says he's still standing here.
Me: And tell her that I just gave you a wink.
Her: [On phone] And that he gave me a wink.
Her: [Still on the phone] She says, are you black?
Me: [Laughs] No! Can she hear me or something?
Her: Yeah, she says it's your voice.
Me: Hmm, I see.
Her: [On phone] No he's not a creep... Oh, she wants to know if you're a murderer.
Me: [Joking] Of course I am, and you're next. I have a knife behind me right now just so you know.
Her: [On phone] No he's not weird. How old are you?
Me: Guess it!
Her: 28
Me: Actually 23.
Her: Wow, I'm way older than you. [On phone] He's only 23.
Me: I'd like to talk to you without that phone.
Her: Hold on just a minute, I'll get off.
... She gets off the phone and we are in the line going to pay ...
Her: So, what's your name?
... We exchange names.
Her: You do know you're hitting on a lady like me?
Me: Yep, I like what I saw and that made me do what I had to do.
... I just look at her intimately.
Me: But if this is making you uncomfortable, I'll leave right now.
Her: No, no! It's just these people are around.
Me: OK, in that case: You do your thing, and I'll wait outside.
Her: Okay.
... I wait outside for about 5 minutes, and she comes out.
Me: Those alarms went off! What did you steal?!
Her: Nothing, nothing!
Her: So, I live nearby here, come Christian let's cross the street.
Me: Alright.
... We cross the street.
Me: Where exactly do you live?
Her: Right here. [She points at her home and we stand outside]
Me: Oh okay...
Her: So, tell me what do you do?
Me: That's a broad question, that can mean so many things!
Her: Yeah, what do you do for work?
Me: I actually don't work, but what I like to do is...
... We talk about my stuff and interests for a bit.
Her: Oh jesus, I forgot my keys. Hold on I have to call my friend so she can open the door.
Me: Okay.
Her: [On the phone] "Hey it's me, come downstairs and open up the door, I have somebody who's going to come in."
Her: Do you want to come inside?
... That caught me off guard, and I didn't reply at first.
Her: Who are you staying with?
Me: Who else? my parents silly, I'm 23 remember, but hey, they're not home right now.
Her: [Giggles]
... Her friend comes downstairs and opens up the door.
Her: Hey, meet Christian, the guy who hit on me in Walgreens.
Me: That's right.
Her Friend: [Giving me that look] Hiya!
Her: So, do you want to come inside?
Me: You're going to take advantage over me huh?
Her: [Laughs] We're just going to have dinner.
Me: Yeah, but after!
Her: [Smiles]
... I'm in the doorstep inbetween outside and inside her home contemplating.
Me: You know, I think I'm just going to go home.
Her: [Getting inside and going upstairs] Well, you live in the neighborhood, so maybe I'll see you around.
Her: Don't forget to close the door on your way out.
... I was going to change my mind, but we depart.
This all happened in the span of 15 minutes or so, extremely short. I didn't go in partly because quite frankly, I felt I really didn't get to know her well enough. I was actually reminded of my brother's past, when he had these women robbed him in their house, and also that story David X shared about how he was locked inside her house with a girl he didn't know very well. I guess you can say this is my anti-slut defense, haha. No really though, there's obviously some beliefs I have about this being so quick, so I'm going to examine them.
- Chris
