Hey there.
I think this is my first post. Been peeking around for a few years.
Im currently half crippled, my right hand in a splint with a fracture, broke it boxing.
I was out last night and two guys pulled out knives at the train station, while Im standing there sopping wet with my arm in a garbage bag. I scared em off.
Anywho, I went to get a burrito today and there's this lovely young waitress there. I saw her first three weeks ago, and went there every sunday evening to get myself dinner. Every time I go down there and see her, she seems really happy to talk to me, but there's always these old mexican ladies behind the counter giving me the evil eye.
Tonight I went out there to get myself dinner and get her number. We talked quite a bit, but the two old ladies never moved. She liked the story about how I broke my hand, so I mentioned the guys with knives. She was getting handsy with me, telling me she liked going into the city and I should go out to such and such. Said she wasnt married and didnt have any kids. but I chickened out and didnt ask her number, the old ladies right there. I left, she looked really disappointed.
So, Im scared of old mexican ladies more than I am of morons pulling knives on me.
Any thoughts? She told me she closes mondays so I might stop by tomorrow.
I think this is my first post. Been peeking around for a few years.
Im currently half crippled, my right hand in a splint with a fracture, broke it boxing.
I was out last night and two guys pulled out knives at the train station, while Im standing there sopping wet with my arm in a garbage bag. I scared em off.
Anywho, I went to get a burrito today and there's this lovely young waitress there. I saw her first three weeks ago, and went there every sunday evening to get myself dinner. Every time I go down there and see her, she seems really happy to talk to me, but there's always these old mexican ladies behind the counter giving me the evil eye.
Tonight I went out there to get myself dinner and get her number. We talked quite a bit, but the two old ladies never moved. She liked the story about how I broke my hand, so I mentioned the guys with knives. She was getting handsy with me, telling me she liked going into the city and I should go out to such and such. Said she wasnt married and didnt have any kids. but I chickened out and didnt ask her number, the old ladies right there. I left, she looked really disappointed.
So, Im scared of old mexican ladies more than I am of morons pulling knives on me.
Any thoughts? She told me she closes mondays so I might stop by tomorrow.