15 Minutes

Two friends helped one of our buddies move to LA, and as the unofficial welcoming committee for California I flew down for the weekend to be with them.  A few hours later we were waiting for  Brett's cousin to join us at a pub; while we waited we decided it would be a terrific idea for me to act like I didn't know any of them and ask out the cousin.  Terrific idea it was!  When we knew Z was on his way, I wandered off and made friends with other people until after he arrived.  I waited a few minutes for Z to get settled before walking over to him.  Here's the rundown: I walked up to the table and stood patiently for a few seconds waiting for a break in the conversation.  When there was a pause, I touched Z's shoulder and said, "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I saw you walk in and thought you were very handsome and had to tell you." Z gave me a slightly uncomfortable smile and said thank you, so I told him my name was Penelope, asked for his name, and then asked him if he came here very often.  "Um yeah, sometimes." "Well maybe we could do something sometime." "Yeah, maybe." I decided to put a little pressure on him and said, "Maybe we could start right now." I kid you not that his response was, "Um, maybe in like fifteen minutes."  It took all I had to keep a straight face as I sat down next to my friends and said, "Or maybe right now." I held it together for about three more seconds until we all broke down laughing and told him who I really was.  I'd say he was still a little wary of me for his first couple drinks.

When I told him the fifteen minutes response was horrible, Z explained his rationale that he just wanted to have some time to catch up with his cousin.  I advised him that next time he should throw that explanation in with his fifteen minutes response.