Of course the only cure for this is flirting with cute girls. That and more cowbell, but Christopher Walken was no where to be found. ;-)
It turns out God didn't want me feeling too shitty this evening-- while roaming around B&N at The Grove I spot this cute Asian/White chick browsing the books. I know what I have to do.
I approach her from the side, tap her on the side of her arm, step back, and tell her she's cute. She lights up, we exchange names and vibe. The energy's not totally sexually charged and I don't have superior body position to get more kino in, but I work the Rapport *really* well. In fact, she contact closes ME, doing the whole "tear a paper in half and exchange contact info" thing. Caught me off guard, to be honest, but luckily I'm always prepared with a pen. We exchange contact information and then vibe for a couple more minutes after which we part ways.
Is it solid? I don't know-- she's crashing at her BF's place until she moves up to the LA area next week, which means I have to play the timing and communication juuuuuuuuust right. I'm probably going to drop her a text message tomorrow, see if she replies. Either way that TOTALLY made my day and it lessened the pangs in my heart about the other chicks I'm having issues with.
I'm still a sexy guy dammit-- I need to keep reminding myself of this fact every day via the smiles I put on girls' faces.
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