I'm 35. Lately more than one girl has told me they thought I was 27 or 28. I'm going to use this to my advantage as much as possible as long as I can.
I went to the office supply store the other day and there was a cute girl behind the office services counter. Slender, maybe 115 lbs, 5'7", only cuter. I gave her the eye and she gave it back. I think she was so young and inexperienced that she didn't even realize that she had let on that she found me attractive. She sauntered over casually and I did my "I'm so shy because you're so beautiful that it makes me tongue-tied" thing. She blushed and was really cute about the whole thing. I cracked some pretty good jokes and made her laugh, then let her catch me looking at her for just a moment, then I'd look away. I'm going to draw her portrait, then bring it in and give it to her, saying that I thought she was really beautiful and that I don't want to seem weird or anything but that I just had to draw her picture, and so, um, what's your name? I guarantee you nobody has done anything like that for her ever before. She'll be thinking about me the rest of the day, and in the car on the way home. I'm pretty sure I won't even ask for her number, I'll just say "Seeya." She'll be dying to know when I'm coming back. I'll have to get my brain back in shape and out of this fog, so I can make myself hold out til just the right number of days before coming back in.
Don't worry, honey - it'll be a roller coaster ride, but when it's all said and done, when you weigh out the pleasure and pain, you'll be glad you went for a ride. They always are.
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I pulled that 22 year old chick. I knew I would, I just doubted myself. I shouldn't doubt myself.
I got my professional photographer friend to collaborate with me and I made her a pretty involved art project, then sent it to her work, folded into an envelope around a CD I thought she might like.
Needless to say she was surprised, flattered and ecstatic. And she loves the music. Now she has given me her cell phone and turns on her webcam to show me her room and so on. We're going to meet on October first, at a famous L.A. nightclub. Her male roomate's band will be playing there.
I tell you what, though. She's a slippery one. She plays hard to get and expresses very little interest in me, or in talking about herself much either. I feel lured in and because my mental state is weakened due to being in hermit mode the past 9 months, I have a hard time running game corrrectly. Still, I know I'll persevere. My goal is a kiss. Though, as I was just typing that, I decided I wanted more than that. I want one kiss, and her heart.
