Saturday, January 3, 2009

Express Close

So where do I begin, I was in express (this is a great place for casual and classy clothing) just paying off my card. Standing in line, by the way, the checkout line is always long. I was just going to get in and out due to the fact that I looked like a guy going to the gym (adidas long pants and a hoodie). So of course being at the end of the line a woman approaches me and this is where the story goes

Her: Are you in line?

Me: For what?

Her: To check out?

Me: Oh wow.... (hook line)

Her: What?

Me: I thought this was the line for sabarro's, i am starving.

Her: Nope, this place doesn't sell pizza only clothes.

Me: Perfect, i can use some of those.

Me: Actually, do you think you can do me a huge favor? I don't know if you are up for the challenge....(Making her prove her worth)

Her: And that is?

Me: I need a really good looking shirt for my hot date tonight. Think you can come through in the clutch and help me out? (By saying I have a hot date, it gives her a sense of comfort thinking I am not just another guy hitting on her......)

Her: Well, where are you going to take her?

Me: I think a small restaurant I know about in the city, great Chinese food then maybe walk around the city and go from there.. (think of an ideal date because then she will think she is going out with you on this date)

Her: Well how about a button down?

Me: Well I can't give it all away on the first date, what kind of man do you think i am?

Her: Well what kind of guy are you? (Shit test #1)

Me: I am a man that knows what he wants, and actively pursues it, but I am a cuddle slut, I guess thats my downfall

Her: That was really cute (PASSED)

Me: (I grab a shirt from the rack, something crazy) What about this? Do you think I shows I am sophisticated?

Her: (Laughing) I think you look really good, in a goofy crazy way. (she thinks I am a humorous type of person)

Me: Well here is the deal, you grab 2 shirts and I will grab 2 shirts. Best shirt wins

Her: You are sooo going down

Me: Bring it on! (she went along with my game, i have good repore and she is interested)

(Try on my shirts)

Her: I think my shirts look the best! (trying to gain approval)

Me: So your saying if you saw me on the street in this, you would totally be all over me? (This is a key question, because now she sees you as a datable guy, and finds you attractive)

Her: Oh yeah.

Me: You are bad.

Her: Me? I am a good girl

Me: My parents might like you, but only if you can make cookies

Her: Whats your favorite cookie? (this is a question that tells you she is waiting for you to get her number)

Me: Macadamia nut, you think you could make those, cause i am a sucker for a good cookie. (shows you are interested in her, and you have given her an opportunity to win you)

Her: No, but i can learn. We can make them together (THIS MEANS SHE IS PLANNING ON SEEING YOU AGAIN)

Me: Well since your shirt won, you get a hug from me.

Her: That is a terrible prize (Playfully flirting and wants the hug)

Me: Well its either that or a high five, you know what you get both.

Her: I guess, but you totally owe me a better prize

Me: Well i should be going, I still have to get a good pair of jeans to go with this "amazing" shirt.

Her: Alright

Me: You have to do three things for me

Her: More commands? I got you a shirt what else do you need?

Me: You are going to give me another hug. (she does)

Me: You are going to give me your number

Her: Really slick. (she gives me her number)

Her: What is the third thing?

Me: I got nothing, well maybe you can buy me sabarros, i mean thats what i was in here for.

Her: Your funny.

(Later on that night I texted her about how the date went(even though there wasn't an actual date) and how I really just wanted to eat cookies)

I do have to say this, if you feel like picking up girls at a mall or something, go to places where cute girls shop. You aren't going to meet a 10 at a k-mart, she is usually shopping at a nicer store.


P.S.- After she left, i didn't even buy the shirt, i just needed to pay the bill.

Stay Classy,
Hotfire

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