Saturday, November 6, 2010

Come here often? No? OK, I'll go over here then

Today I tell the tale of an attempt to have "game". Now, I'm newly single and thus, quite rusty. The fact is I probably never had "game". Frankly, I don't really know what that is. But that's besides the point. No matter what you have, you gotsta keep trying.

This happened about a week ago as I was running some errands. Here in suburban-kinda rural...kinda not, Pennsylvania, the supermarket is your one stop shop for all your errandly needs. It's not only where you go to buy food, but there is a pharmacy, an eye doctor, a bank, fast food, hot dinner, video store, and probably a taxidermist and a mortician. This brings with it an assortment of workers roaming the store.

On this particular day I was finishing up purchasing my mouthwash, Doritos, and hand sanitizer and was leaving the check-out counter towards the door when I noticed the attractive young lady behind the bank counter watching me walk by. I didn't think much of it at that moment, people look at people all the time, god knows I do, so I just turned back towards the door to resume walking out. I mentioned she was attractive, so naturally, I had to get my second look. When I turned to take in the scenery she was still watching me and quickly looked away when she noticed my attention had returned. I'm not a vain person, I rarely assume people are looking at me for any reason I'd be proud of. But I'm also not completely dense...I (sometimes) know what is going on.

Normally, I would accept this for what it was, take it as a compliment and move on with my day. I am not the kind of person that approaches strangers and hits on them, flirts, gets numbers, etc. Specifically, I don't have "game". But this apparently wasn't a normal day for me. Maybe it was the past few months kicking my ass, or maybe it's just not giving a shit anymore, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed she was still watching. I, apparently, wasn't going to just do nothing this time. I turned around and walked up to the bank counter. I smiled brightly at her as she shyly said:

Attractive Bank Teller: "Hi, can I help you?"

Me: "Hello...I'd like some sort of form that I can fill out?"

Attractive Bank Teller: " mean like a deposit slip?"

Me: "Sure, that'll work."

It didn't matter what form it was. I took the deposit slip and the little pen that was attached to the desk and wrote in big letters diagonally over the form my name and phone number. I put the pen down to let everyone know I was done and waited for her to come back over. I smiled once more, said thank you, made some solid yet non-creepy eye contact, handed her the slip, turned around and left...without turning back.

Now this may not seem like much, particularly after re-reading what I wrote. However, for me, this is a "move". To me this kind of move is done on television shows and/or by very good looking and extremely confident people. I'm no slouch, but I think it's fair enough to say it's not my normal behavior.

She didn't call. Which is perfectly OK, there are plenty of non-insulting reasons why someone wouldn't call. Besides, that wasn't the point. The point was I was confident enough to take it as a compliment and confident enough to do something about it. That's not something I would have done three years ago (the last time I was single). Growth is good.