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Master Don Juan
Bonjour,
Well I'm still in France, here're the latest moves.
Metro girl 1: I met her months ago, but she's been busy + hasn't responded.
This girl takes a lot of energy to attract. She's cute, Franco-American who grew up in Paris. When I met her, I asked to see some magazine she was reading, really to hit on her, but supposedly to see what kind of concerts it offered. I got her facebook. I contact her, nothing. I contact her, she apologizes. I ask for her number nothing. I think it's all over.
Out of boredom one day, I mean months later, I ask if she's still in Paris. The secret with this one is persistent but funny. I say "Are you trying to hint that I'm not the center of the world?" She apologizes and gives me her phone number. She suggests we go to a bar and get a drink. I reject it (out of principle, but it felt right too) and suggest another day. Also, I say (in both English and French), "I'm way too ADD to sit in a bar and chat. Can't we walk, throw, DO something?" In my head at the time, I thought this was very masculine. Now, I just think it's stupid, but whatever it worked. She says a walk is good. I awkwardly try to compliment her: "Good answer, I like people who like to walk!" It's true, but I still felt stupid saying it. I suggest a walk on a different day, she says maybe she'll be free.
I knew I needed to trap this girl yet again (she takes so much effort!). So a few days later, I give her a meeting point and tell her to bring strawberries. I'm going to start drinking the whipped cream at 12 on the dot, I say (so that she won't be late, and so that she'll look forward to good food, besides, this is different from most other guys. Different is good).
She doesn't remember who I am. Aww great. What a b!tch! She says (to the SMS with the strawberries), "who is this?" I write back, "an international man of mystery." At least I challenged her to be clever. And she was. "If you don't say who this is, no strawberries!" Good response. I say, "Do the public good a favor (a subtle reference to the fact that she studies poli sci) and don't become a detective later in life. If you still don't know who this is, well, don't think about it too hard. Guess we weren't meant to be friends." I'm not sure if she was totally bsing or what. But I made a mistake in my french in the last message that gave myself away in any case. She says, haaaa, david, see you saturday. That would be in two days.
My god, what effort that took! And she might have a bf for all this trouble!
David
Well I'm still in France, here're the latest moves.
Metro girl 1: I met her months ago, but she's been busy + hasn't responded.
This girl takes a lot of energy to attract. She's cute, Franco-American who grew up in Paris. When I met her, I asked to see some magazine she was reading, really to hit on her, but supposedly to see what kind of concerts it offered. I got her facebook. I contact her, nothing. I contact her, she apologizes. I ask for her number nothing. I think it's all over.
Out of boredom one day, I mean months later, I ask if she's still in Paris. The secret with this one is persistent but funny. I say "Are you trying to hint that I'm not the center of the world?" She apologizes and gives me her phone number. She suggests we go to a bar and get a drink. I reject it (out of principle, but it felt right too) and suggest another day. Also, I say (in both English and French), "I'm way too ADD to sit in a bar and chat. Can't we walk, throw, DO something?" In my head at the time, I thought this was very masculine. Now, I just think it's stupid, but whatever it worked. She says a walk is good. I awkwardly try to compliment her: "Good answer, I like people who like to walk!" It's true, but I still felt stupid saying it. I suggest a walk on a different day, she says maybe she'll be free.
I knew I needed to trap this girl yet again (she takes so much effort!). So a few days later, I give her a meeting point and tell her to bring strawberries. I'm going to start drinking the whipped cream at 12 on the dot, I say (so that she won't be late, and so that she'll look forward to good food, besides, this is different from most other guys. Different is good).
She doesn't remember who I am. Aww great. What a b!tch! She says (to the SMS with the strawberries), "who is this?" I write back, "an international man of mystery." At least I challenged her to be clever. And she was. "If you don't say who this is, no strawberries!" Good response. I say, "Do the public good a favor (a subtle reference to the fact that she studies poli sci) and don't become a detective later in life. If you still don't know who this is, well, don't think about it too hard. Guess we weren't meant to be friends." I'm not sure if she was totally bsing or what. But I made a mistake in my french in the last message that gave myself away in any case. She says, haaaa, david, see you saturday. That would be in two days.
My god, what effort that took! And she might have a bf for all this trouble!
David