Wednesday, April 12, 2006
From Vestal, with Love
Quick Backstory:
Tennis Girl
-In shape, skinny but athletic, waspy but not, black hair, 5-10, not art cute, not cinema cute, a kind of Kennedy Beauty.
-Likes to Dance
-Thinks I can dance
We met a week ago, when we both got lost looking for the ballroom dance meeting. I walked her to my car.
Her, Me
"What are you doing now"
"I'm going to cyber cafe, get some food"
"I love cyber cafe"
"You can come if you want. I can't stay long though, I have laundry to do"
"We'd just be going there and back?"
"Yeah, I've got stuff to do"
"Okay, sure"
"Yeah, don't think this is a date or anything. I'm not that easy"
"lol, etc"
See, most guys would set up that taking a broad to get coffee almost constitutes as a date. Taking the tension out by establishing that I don't condsider this A Big Deal, I create a more enjoyable atmosphere. Science, gentlemen. Science.
During the Car ride
"What do you do"
I think about this, sincerely, because I'm not sure what I do.
"I write plays"
I have written scenes before, I plan to write more in the future.
"What are they about?"
"What are they about. That's a good question". What were my scenes about? Who cares? Trying to convey abstract neurosis to a girl I just met couldn't work, esp. after I just met her.
"You ever watch curb your enthusiasm?"
"No"
"Well, someone told me it's very funny, and I thought to myself, my scenes are funny, so they probably have alot in common."
I wish you were there, it went over very well.
Yeah so, the rest of the night in a synopsis
I was on, it helps when a girl is genuine.
What does that mean?
Cocky-funny
Push and Pull
Listening
Treated everything as not a big deal, cause it wasn't
Part Two, Coming up
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