Another way to meet a boy: Hit him
Unlike the last two experiences which took place in shopping zones, this one took place in a coffee shop.
It was also typical of my asinine and completely clueless behaviour. While working in Montreal a wee bit back, I stepped out for lunch on St-Catherine. Naturally, I had my laptop with me; it was wrapped in a scarf and inside my purse.
I have a tendency to swing my purse while carrying it. This habit I developed at the age of 4, when I was given my first purse (it was a Strawberry Shortcake purse and it made me smell like strawberries rolled in syrup. I loved it.) and my dad would place change in it. I thought it was cool to swing it around so passers-by could hear how rich I was. Am quite lucky I was fat and cute, otherwise I would have just been ugly, noisy and annoying.
Standing in line at Second Cup, I was bumping my laptop off the counter. Or so I thought.
The gentleman in front of me turned around and asked: Are you having fun? which I thought was an odd question, but I immediately slipped into surfer mode and responded with: Yeah, totally, and smiled because I thought ‘how nice of him to want to know’. He started laughing.
Honestly, I had no idea what was going on, or what I'd said that was so funny.
I kept swinging my purse...only now it had stopped bouncing off the counter.
When R stopped laughing, he said: You know that you've been bouncing that [pointing at my purse encased laptop] off my leg since you stood behind me, right?
Because I had forgotten that my laptop was actually inside of my purse until he mentioned my swinging habit (hee), I offered the stellar response of: Oh my god, I hope I didn't ruin my laptop!
He thought it was funny that I didn't care about his leg.
He was attractive, gregarious and forward, which is really nice (go Montreal boys!)…but still not my type.
He flattered me by telling me I had pretty eyes and a beautiful smile; and as all y'all are aware, flattery will get you everywhere...but not my phone number.
He insisted he buy my coffee, but I refused because I don't like obligation of any type.
He insisted I take his number, which I started to do, because I felt bad...but told him I wouldn't call him...but here's the thing: I was placing his number into my mobile, and by accident, I clicked the Menu button rather than the OK button and so it didn't save. So, I immediately knew I wasn't supposed to even have his number, but I didn't tell him that. The mobile angels had made their decisions and I went along with them; I pretended it was saved. And said goodbye quickly, because am a shit liar.
Of all the boys I have met randomly at this point, he was - by far - the coolest.
I hope R is happy.
It was also typical of my asinine and completely clueless behaviour. While working in Montreal a wee bit back, I stepped out for lunch on St-Catherine. Naturally, I had my laptop with me; it was wrapped in a scarf and inside my purse.
I have a tendency to swing my purse while carrying it. This habit I developed at the age of 4, when I was given my first purse (it was a Strawberry Shortcake purse and it made me smell like strawberries rolled in syrup. I loved it.) and my dad would place change in it. I thought it was cool to swing it around so passers-by could hear how rich I was. Am quite lucky I was fat and cute, otherwise I would have just been ugly, noisy and annoying.
Standing in line at Second Cup, I was bumping my laptop off the counter. Or so I thought.
The gentleman in front of me turned around and asked: Are you having fun? which I thought was an odd question, but I immediately slipped into surfer mode and responded with: Yeah, totally, and smiled because I thought ‘how nice of him to want to know’. He started laughing.
Honestly, I had no idea what was going on, or what I'd said that was so funny.
I kept swinging my purse...only now it had stopped bouncing off the counter.
When R stopped laughing, he said: You know that you've been bouncing that [pointing at my purse encased laptop] off my leg since you stood behind me, right?
Because I had forgotten that my laptop was actually inside of my purse until he mentioned my swinging habit (hee), I offered the stellar response of: Oh my god, I hope I didn't ruin my laptop!
He thought it was funny that I didn't care about his leg.
He was attractive, gregarious and forward, which is really nice (go Montreal boys!)…but still not my type.
He flattered me by telling me I had pretty eyes and a beautiful smile; and as all y'all are aware, flattery will get you everywhere...but not my phone number.
He insisted he buy my coffee, but I refused because I don't like obligation of any type.
He insisted I take his number, which I started to do, because I felt bad...but told him I wouldn't call him...but here's the thing: I was placing his number into my mobile, and by accident, I clicked the Menu button rather than the OK button and so it didn't save. So, I immediately knew I wasn't supposed to even have his number, but I didn't tell him that. The mobile angels had made their decisions and I went along with them; I pretended it was saved. And said goodbye quickly, because am a shit liar.
Of all the boys I have met randomly at this point, he was - by far - the coolest.
I hope R is happy.
Labels: Montreal, Relationships
posted by just a girl at 10:21 AM
7 Comments:
Too bad he had no game!
I bet my left hand that if he had,
instead of flattering you and buying you coffee,
accused you of flirting with him, terribly at that, and said
"I would love to chat, but I have to run."
Perhaps he would turn, begin to walk away, turn back and say slyly
"Do you have e-mail?"
You'd say yes and if he told you to write it down you would,
"along with your number."
lol. the guys you meet...
now we know where the phrase "being hit on" comes from...teehee!
AND
I bet your too chicken to post my comment...
I never had a Strawberry Shortcake purse, yet I do recall smelling fruity from time to time. Usually after a persimmon fight.
Oh Andrew -- love that your comment begs a sort of challenge to post it, lol!
Sorry it took me so long to post it (I had my idiotic moderation comments thing on, and I had managed to do this behind my own back!)...
And you know what >> as much as I wish I were the sort who did play these kinds of games (they seem to have all of the fun), I'm not. Makes things much easier (when the number is received - should it ever be received - from the proper boy!).
What's your story?
Total Dribble -- HAH!
Joe Hickman -- LOL LOL LOL!!
webMum
No story...
Just the Californian who loved New York.
Dropped everything.
Pounded into the city.
And now I sit at a laptop constantly procrastinating from my writing.
And scanning the internet for interesting people.
I think you may be one of them.
/s/ Andrew
That's really cool, Andrew -- was chatting about California with a friend earlier today. She's been quite a few times and I was saying how I'd never been drawn to that part of the world...and would probably not consider heading out there unless Mo invited me out for her wedding to Orlando.
Or something...
California's never appealed to me.
But NYC, on the other hand, is one of my favourite cities in the world. Hands down, it's up there with Paris, London & Montreal.
Thank you for thinking am interesting -- I'm quite flattered! -- and I hope I don't dissapoint you...
What kind of writing do you do??
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