Here’s the scene. I went out to a local pub last Friday, to meet up with a group of friends. Near the end of the night, almost all of them have gone home, leaving myself and two friends of mine, a couple, Dave and Vanessa.
Vanessa’s down at the far end of the bar talking to some friends from high school. Dave and I are at a table, talking about something inane, when two girls walk up to the table. One stops, asks if she can set her purse on the table. Sure. They stand on the far side of the table (it’s a high table, made to seat stools), talk among themselves for a bit, and then start to make small talk with Dave and I. (In all fairness, it was probably mostly for Dave-he’s definitely the better looking of the two of us.) We must not have been as receptive as they would have liked, because at one point, one of them stopped and asked if we were together. Dave and I chuckled, and said no. I think we may have made a joke about giving each other a kiss, at which point one of the girls gives us this little gem:
“You know, I wouldn’t mind seeing you guys kiss.”
Her friend agreed.
Okay, WTF? I must say that I was impressed by the fact that they actually initiated the contact, but God and sonny Jesus! What exactly was that supposed to accomplish? Man! I immediately felt like saying something even cruder than that, but held my tongue. Dave and I just kind of gave them a strange look and didn’t say much, and they went away soon after.
If nothing else, though, I got a bit of confidence out of that. No matter how bad I think I am at striking up conversations with women, I’m not and will never be that bad at it.
Just thought I’d share.
Then he said, “That is that.”
And then he was gone.
-Dr. Seuss, * The Cat in the Hat*