I live exactly one block from The Bold One. He knows this. I know this. He knows I know this. So it was only a matter of time before we ran into each other. I was carrying a sandwich to the laundromat. He was taking out the recycling with his roommate. We both did a double take. And smiled. I slowed just enough to take out an earbud and answer a how are you.
“Good to see you Kristen,” he drawled. (Do boys from Kansas drawl?)
I smiled and nodded. Then continued on. Now. In another universe, a much cooler me asked him out. (And he said yes.) But I don’t live there. I live in SF. And I am not that smooth. But … at least I looked cute?
4 Comments
1 Rupert Pupkin
Posted 12/21/2009 at 3:10 pmPermalink
I like the way this is developing, but do wish the Bold One had been bolder. He may be shy…or gun shy. Approaching a smart, cute, confident woman in SF can be a daunting task, and rejection occurs aplenty in this town. It’s not ideal, but sometimes a woman might need to draw the bold out of a man, subtly.
Rather than you having to ask him out, (which he may not mind at all), what about just walking up to him, laundry in tow, after he said “good to see you” and conversing? Give him more of an opportunity to ask you out.
2 kmm
Posted 12/28/2009 at 10:41 amPermalink
That was my plan. But his roommate foiled it by hovering with a pizza box in hand. Somehow rotting cheese on cardboard spoils the romance in the air. Next time …
3 Rupert Pupkin
Posted 12/28/2009 at 2:24 pmPermalink
Oh no, hahaha. I mean this in the nicest possible way, and I mean no disrespect (I’ve certainly been in your shoes and have done worse) but ….I’ve heard of some lame excuses in my day, and have to say that was…mildly lame. You allowed a pal’s paltry pizza to take precedence over your playful pleasantries? kmm plays second fiddle to no pepperoni. Next time, I hope you’ll put cheese and laundry aside, go ahead and feel a little anxiety, but banter anyway. Maybe ask him if he’s up to another round of dart drubbing?
4 kmm
Posted 12/31/2009 at 6:06 pmPermalink
I’m just gonna say it. I’m old fashioned and I’m not gonna change. I firmly believe that it’s up to the male to step up to the plate and make the first, second, and third moves. Always. The girl has to show she is interested by engaging in banter, accepting an invitation to play a round of darts, etc. But girls want to be wooed. We like to be asked out. Period.