So this girl I see at the bookstore this afternoon... we're both by ourselves and we walk by each other so many times it's almost comical. For some reason I can't convince myself to talk to her until she finally comes and stands right next to me in the aisle and looks over, at which point it would've been unforgivable not to, so...
Me: Haven't found anything yet?
Her (smiles): No. There's a novel I'm looking for, but they don't have it...
Me: Oh, what is it?
Her: (some unpronounceable title by a foreign author)
Me: Oh... uh, don't know it...
And the conversation dies.
Sigh... just when I thought I was making some progress, a situation like this comes along when (a) I don't have the balls until I'm practically forced into it and (b) I manage to screw it up anyway. I guess my few other approaches have all been more direct, without having to lead much of a conversation beforehand. Still, an almost perfect scenario that I threw away. Frustrating...
Me: Haven't found anything yet?
Her (smiles): No. There's a novel I'm looking for, but they don't have it...
Me: Oh, what is it?
Her: (some unpronounceable title by a foreign author)
Me: Oh... uh, don't know it...
And the conversation dies.
Sigh... just when I thought I was making some progress, a situation like this comes along when (a) I don't have the balls until I'm practically forced into it and (b) I manage to screw it up anyway. I guess my few other approaches have all been more direct, without having to lead much of a conversation beforehand. Still, an almost perfect scenario that I threw away. Frustrating...