While waiting for the bank to open this morning I stopped in for a hot chocolate (yes, I'm 35 and prefer hot chocolate to all things coffee) , and as luck would have it Mustache was working! We immediately started talking as he made my drink, and he said that he had wanted to come by the salon and say hi but that he couldn't find the party invitation I had given him and had forgotten the name of the salon. My brain interpreted that as "write your number down now," and I always listen to my brain. As another customer walked in I quickly handed him the scrap of paper and said, "That's the salon info, and that's my phone number" and then told him to have a good day as I headed out the door.
When I left the bank ten minutes later, I decided I needed a lid on my drink for the bus ride to work (okay, really I just needed an excuse to go back to the coffee shop). Mustache smiled and came over to where I was standing, so I instantly blurted out (smoothly, I'm sure), "For future reference, my number can be used for hair concerns, bike issues, and just because you want to see me." He said thanks and told me that I was nice and awesome. Then I went on my way for real.
For the record I know very little about bikes other than the fact that they typically have two wheels, but we had been on that subject earlier. I had told him about the guy who refurbishes bikes as a hobby and then proceeded to offer my dust-collecting bike to him while he waits for one that he just ordered. That's normal, right? Offering your bike to a person with whom you've shared approximately 37 minutes of conversation.
Monday, December 30, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Not Always Rico Suave
Fact: I'm not always smooth and quick on my feet. My friend SS thinks that things I say to guys are pretty genius and has asked me to send her "lines" she might be able to say to someone now and then. This brief post is to prove that my words aren't always winners.
I recently wandered into a coffee shop that I walk by nearly everyday. This particular day it was raining and cold, so I decided to hide from the elements for a few minutes and grab a drink. I chatted with the two handsome and funny baristas while I was there (one has a beard and giant wooden gauges in his ears, while the other has a sweet mustache and a great arm tattoo). The following week I stopped in to drop off an invitation for a party at the salon and give Mustache a tiny mustache comb. His enthusiastic reaction was perfect and he immediately started using it right there. Yesterday I stopped in to say hi (and maybe ask out Mustache). Mustache was present and there were no customers, which should have made for the perfect date-talk environment; instead this happened...He thanked me again for the comb and said, "It's great for those mornings when," pause while he decided what to say, "my mustache is really messy in the morning." I responded by saying, "Like bed head, except it would be mustache head!" Then as soon as that sentence was in the air I realized "mustache head" was a slightly awkward phrase, and then that awkwardness was magnified when he slowly replied, "Yeeeeaah, that's exactly what I was trying not to say." Then I laughed, paid for my drink, and didn't ask him out for a date.
So, SS (and my other wonderful friends that might have me on a flirting pedestal), my wit and charm are not always polished, but even then I still walk away with a smile as I laugh at the situation.
I recently wandered into a coffee shop that I walk by nearly everyday. This particular day it was raining and cold, so I decided to hide from the elements for a few minutes and grab a drink. I chatted with the two handsome and funny baristas while I was there (one has a beard and giant wooden gauges in his ears, while the other has a sweet mustache and a great arm tattoo). The following week I stopped in to drop off an invitation for a party at the salon and give Mustache a tiny mustache comb. His enthusiastic reaction was perfect and he immediately started using it right there. Yesterday I stopped in to say hi (and maybe ask out Mustache). Mustache was present and there were no customers, which should have made for the perfect date-talk environment; instead this happened...He thanked me again for the comb and said, "It's great for those mornings when," pause while he decided what to say, "my mustache is really messy in the morning." I responded by saying, "Like bed head, except it would be mustache head!" Then as soon as that sentence was in the air I realized "mustache head" was a slightly awkward phrase, and then that awkwardness was magnified when he slowly replied, "Yeeeeaah, that's exactly what I was trying not to say." Then I laughed, paid for my drink, and didn't ask him out for a date.
So, SS (and my other wonderful friends that might have me on a flirting pedestal), my wit and charm are not always polished, but even then I still walk away with a smile as I laugh at the situation.
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