An interesting attempt
It's a beautiful sunny day outside, a little breezy, a few clouds dotting the sky and I decided that it would be a good idea to go outside for lunch. I decided I should do a little lunch time series and take pictures of my lunch spots for a week so people can see some of the beautiful areas close to where I work. I walked out the door, lunch in hand, ready to choose a spot. Um, forgot the camera. Oh well, let's continue on and have a nice outdoor lunch. I decided to revisit the stomping grounds of King George, as I walk by there every day and it's a beautiful little spot and it's time I conquer my fear of the king.
There were a few people scattered about the area and I figured I would have a nice, quiet little lunch of reading and eating my sandwich. Halfway through the sandwich, I hear a throat clear behind me. "Um, hey, uuuummm, I know this isn't normal and stuff and it doesn't happen very often, but I uh reckon you're like really hot." I stopped chewing and looked over with incredulity. Does this still happen to me? The answer to that question would clearly be yes. "So, um, my name's [insert forgettable name]. What's yours?" Mouth half full of food, I replied, "I'm Tina." He then proceeded to strike up a very one-sided conversation and even after I dropped the partner bomb a few times he still didn't waver. I let him go on for about 15 minutes, noticing a nearby lunch-eater's similarly unbelieving and amused face. But instead of running right away as I usually would, I sat and allowed myself to be amused during lunch time.
And amused I was. He continued to talk about random things, Hawaii, going skiing in New Zealand, soccer, trying to connect with me over country stereotypes and talked about how the recession is all the US's fault. Interesting pick-up tactics. He then tried to guess what I do for work and first guessed that I was a book editor, as I was reading Peter Pan. Hmm, that's, a natural assumption--I read books, therefore I am a book editor. Good try. No. "Well, you dress pretty cute 'n stuff and you're trendy and like, are you a fashion designer?" Stifled laughter. Almost--bursting. "Um, these are just clothes." I was sitting there wondering if he could also see the unshaven for weeks ankles popping out the bottom of my four-year-old dress pants. Rose-colored glasses, I suppose. Good for him for trying, but the poor guy never had a chance.
Well, it certainly brought a bit of hilarity into my lunch time. You know, there is many a funny person around that park. Yesterday morning as I was walking past the park on my way to work, I somehow ended up in the same stride as a whitely-dressed Pacific Islander boy blasting Eminem from his cell phone, singing along, flailing his right arm about and strutting along to the rhythmn. I giggled for the next two blocks. Then on my way home, while walking past the park of course, I was walking behind a girl listening to her iPod and tossing her head and marching her feet along to the music. More giggling ensued.
People make me laugh.
There were a few people scattered about the area and I figured I would have a nice, quiet little lunch of reading and eating my sandwich. Halfway through the sandwich, I hear a throat clear behind me. "Um, hey, uuuummm, I know this isn't normal and stuff and it doesn't happen very often, but I uh reckon you're like really hot." I stopped chewing and looked over with incredulity. Does this still happen to me? The answer to that question would clearly be yes. "So, um, my name's [insert forgettable name]. What's yours?" Mouth half full of food, I replied, "I'm Tina." He then proceeded to strike up a very one-sided conversation and even after I dropped the partner bomb a few times he still didn't waver. I let him go on for about 15 minutes, noticing a nearby lunch-eater's similarly unbelieving and amused face. But instead of running right away as I usually would, I sat and allowed myself to be amused during lunch time.
And amused I was. He continued to talk about random things, Hawaii, going skiing in New Zealand, soccer, trying to connect with me over country stereotypes and talked about how the recession is all the US's fault. Interesting pick-up tactics. He then tried to guess what I do for work and first guessed that I was a book editor, as I was reading Peter Pan. Hmm, that's, a natural assumption--I read books, therefore I am a book editor. Good try. No. "Well, you dress pretty cute 'n stuff and you're trendy and like, are you a fashion designer?" Stifled laughter. Almost--bursting. "Um, these are just clothes." I was sitting there wondering if he could also see the unshaven for weeks ankles popping out the bottom of my four-year-old dress pants. Rose-colored glasses, I suppose. Good for him for trying, but the poor guy never had a chance.
Well, it certainly brought a bit of hilarity into my lunch time. You know, there is many a funny person around that park. Yesterday morning as I was walking past the park on my way to work, I somehow ended up in the same stride as a whitely-dressed Pacific Islander boy blasting Eminem from his cell phone, singing along, flailing his right arm about and strutting along to the rhythmn. I giggled for the next two blocks. Then on my way home, while walking past the park of course, I was walking behind a girl listening to her iPod and tossing her head and marching her feet along to the music. More giggling ensued.
People make me laugh.
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