Last night.
So, last night this really cute girl came up to me at Highlands and just started talking to me. I had a really hard time not being incredibly strange, and it dawned on me that most of my social interaction happens via the internet. It also dawned on me that the advent of MSN, blogs, email, etc. has crippled me, and many others my age, socially. Now I use it as a crutch. I know this isn’t exactly a new topic, but I had underestimated just how damaging current technology can be if relied upon for most communication.
Last night was refreshing, however, because it felt really good to meet someone in person. To meet someone by running into them in person; to not immediately know what kind of music they listen to, what they do, what they like, where they went/are going to school, where they work, etc. It felt really good.
After we talked for a while, she asked what time it was and had to go, and there was this awkward pause; I’m guessing the pause I’m supposed to fill with “Can I get your number?” or something like that. But, being me, I said no such thing. I have this idea in my head that nothing will work out, and it’s better to just be a loner anyways. Typically I always go by this. I meet someone cute and interesting, and I let them fly right past me and continue to be my bitter self. But, after she left, I was sitting there with this stupid grin on my face, and I thought “Wait a second… Fuck this! She was interesting and I enjoyed her company! Why should I just let her pass by?” — so I was ultra lame and wrote on a piece of paper:
Hey there; had a great time talking to you. Coffee some time?
595-983-709***
-Mac
I gave it to Margarita, the bartender/good friend of mine (café literario sobre palma), to give to her if he saw her there again. Apparently she’s becoming a regular, so maybe I’ll run into her again. Funny thing is, normally in this situation I’d already jump ahead in my mind and visualize going on dates with her, worrying about how they would go and how I would look and how I would probably screw things up. But this time I’m not doing that. I don’t care, and it feels great. I just want to have fun, and what’s the harm in hanging out with someone new?
Last night was refreshing, however, because it felt really good to meet someone in person. To meet someone by running into them in person; to not immediately know what kind of music they listen to, what they do, what they like, where they went/are going to school, where they work, etc. It felt really good.
After we talked for a while, she asked what time it was and had to go, and there was this awkward pause; I’m guessing the pause I’m supposed to fill with “Can I get your number?” or something like that. But, being me, I said no such thing. I have this idea in my head that nothing will work out, and it’s better to just be a loner anyways. Typically I always go by this. I meet someone cute and interesting, and I let them fly right past me and continue to be my bitter self. But, after she left, I was sitting there with this stupid grin on my face, and I thought “Wait a second… Fuck this! She was interesting and I enjoyed her company! Why should I just let her pass by?” — so I was ultra lame and wrote on a piece of paper:
Hey there; had a great time talking to you. Coffee some time?
595-983-709***
-Mac
I gave it to Margarita, the bartender/good friend of mine (café literario sobre palma), to give to her if he saw her there again. Apparently she’s becoming a regular, so maybe I’ll run into her again. Funny thing is, normally in this situation I’d already jump ahead in my mind and visualize going on dates with her, worrying about how they would go and how I would look and how I would probably screw things up. But this time I’m not doing that. I don’t care, and it feels great. I just want to have fun, and what’s the harm in hanging out with someone new?
0 Response to "Last night."
Publicar un comentario