Alright, so I'm feeling like a tool.
My sister models with this fine chick that was working the hostess stand at the restaurant we went to for Mother's Day. I had met her before, I held her hand and smiled at her when we walked in. My brother-in-law is egging me on at our table, saying he'll bet me five dollars I won't just walk up to her and talk to her. Then he says, "nah, just kidding, I'm sure you'll do it." More pressure. This is my situation.
I walk past her the first time and it's fawking hot outside, and she's rolling silverware, so the bro laughs at me as I go into the bathroom instead to wipe the sweat off my forehead, check myself out real quick. Walk back out, she's doing the same only covered by other employees. The fear kicks in, she's working.
I go and enjoy some taunting and put downs. I see her round the corner, I get up after a few seconds and walk towards the corner. She rounds it back with hands full of silverware and glasses, smiles and keeps walking past. Humiliation kicks in and I wonder if I should have offered to help. Nah, even bigger tool.
I start discussing the idea of a note before I left, something I've had success with in the past, though very gay. Nah. Then I see my nephew. The kid is four years old, and he's sitting with this pretty little girl showing her his sword (it was plastic you pervs!).
I go over and talk to them, getting down on my knee, and talking to them asking what they've been talking about, asking them what they like, how old they were. They were both four and they were ecstatic over the fact how much they both love swimming.
I hand him a notepad and pen, and tell him to go to the girl in the yellow pants, and tell him to say that your uncle ***** wants her number. They both run together over there in the middle of the crowd, completely unnoticed and without bothering anyone working (cause who can yell at a kid), and tell her. She looks around, sees me smiling, waves, and writes her name and number with "Good one (smiley)" and a heart around her number.
When we leave, I wave, and get this--the four year old stud shyly gives the little girl a hug and walks away, she yells his name and they both run back to each other and embrace for a moment. Classic.
My sister models with this fine chick that was working the hostess stand at the restaurant we went to for Mother's Day. I had met her before, I held her hand and smiled at her when we walked in. My brother-in-law is egging me on at our table, saying he'll bet me five dollars I won't just walk up to her and talk to her. Then he says, "nah, just kidding, I'm sure you'll do it." More pressure. This is my situation.
I walk past her the first time and it's fawking hot outside, and she's rolling silverware, so the bro laughs at me as I go into the bathroom instead to wipe the sweat off my forehead, check myself out real quick. Walk back out, she's doing the same only covered by other employees. The fear kicks in, she's working.
I go and enjoy some taunting and put downs. I see her round the corner, I get up after a few seconds and walk towards the corner. She rounds it back with hands full of silverware and glasses, smiles and keeps walking past. Humiliation kicks in and I wonder if I should have offered to help. Nah, even bigger tool.
I start discussing the idea of a note before I left, something I've had success with in the past, though very gay. Nah. Then I see my nephew. The kid is four years old, and he's sitting with this pretty little girl showing her his sword (it was plastic you pervs!).
I go over and talk to them, getting down on my knee, and talking to them asking what they've been talking about, asking them what they like, how old they were. They were both four and they were ecstatic over the fact how much they both love swimming.
I hand him a notepad and pen, and tell him to go to the girl in the yellow pants, and tell him to say that your uncle ***** wants her number. They both run together over there in the middle of the crowd, completely unnoticed and without bothering anyone working (cause who can yell at a kid), and tell her. She looks around, sees me smiling, waves, and writes her name and number with "Good one (smiley)" and a heart around her number.
When we leave, I wave, and get this--the four year old stud shyly gives the little girl a hug and walks away, she yells his name and they both run back to each other and embrace for a moment. Classic.
