Age: 20
Hair: Brunette
Height: 5’5
Method: Conversation Switcharoo
Advancement: The Digits
I went to a concert/book reading last night by myself. Now, I usually don’t mind going to concerts or movies or things of that nature by myself, the only thing I miss is making sarcastic comments because I don’t really like doing that to strangers. As far as concerts go, this was an odd one. I walk in and immediately see tables, and it seems like I stepped into a jazz club in the forties. It was a little disorienting. I didn’t know what to expect, and I wasn’t going to sit at a table with a twenty dollar minimum, so I headed over to the bar.
I ordered bourbon on the rocks, because it was literary, and the environment seemed to suit it. There weren’t many people at the bar, there were a few scattered people there by themselves, and it didn’t take long. This unattractive girl comes up to me looking to make me the outlet of her need to mingle, and I was cornered. I couldn’t really escape, so I was forced into polite conversation. Eventually I broke free to get another drink, and stood a little further down.
I was then trapped into even more awkward polite conversation by a bad sort of interesting fellow. He did, however, also manage to corner a pretty cute little number. The girl saw the sort of group formation and followed me into it. The four of us, in a weird semi-circle, were just kind of talking but not saying much of anything. The other guy and girl started talking and it was a match set in weird heaven.
I used this opportunity to sidestep that conversation and talking to the brunette sipping on her vodka cranberry. At this point I used the tiny details I picked up: Her name, age, & major to work up a conversation. I asked her about the screenplay she was working on.
She blushed a little and brushed it off by saying it was just some silly coming-of-age story. Sensing a dead-end on that one, I asked what author she was there for. She was there for the same author I was. So we talked about that a little. After a little while of making her laugh a little bit, the weird guy starts butting into the conversation again.
Naturally, he was making her uncomfortable, and she decided she was going to get out of there. She said something about it being late, and I could see the lies coming off her breath. She asked me if I knew the way to the six, and I told her I was going that way, so I joined her.
Now, normally I would never pick a girl over music, and I did kind of like the band that was playing, but really didn’t feel like any more insufferable conversation with freaks. We subwayed it for a bit, and she just missed her train back to Westchester, so I waited with her. For some reason I was not feeling the confidence about the situation so I kind of stalled and sidestepped the obvious question. When it came time for her to leave, I finally asked for her number, which I got. And she got on that train and out of my night.
