I don't want to get into boring details about my life and my various hang-ups, but I feel I need to get this off my chest (not that doing this elsewhere has eased my burden or owt...).
I met a lovely Asian lass on Thursday the 2nd of October at work (well, a couple of days & times prior to that, but we worked our last day on Thursday). Now, I don't consider myself a typical young Asian lad. Hell, at 27 years of age I don't even see myself as a 'lad'. But she has Asian friends, men & women, who act in that typical Bradford way that you usually see (I suspect people will hound me for such blatant stereotyping): obsession with flashy cars, listening to Bhangra and R&B, lots of money through unwholesome activities, 'innit, innit' style speech, shagging girls and smoking joints but vilifying others for eating haram food, etc. Please don't think I judge these people, I just mean to say that I don't act like that AT ALL.
Anyway, for some reason - perhaps because I acted all fun & flirty (something I've never done with women), or because I act so unlike her friends - she actually felt attracted to me. I could tell. I can't believe it, but I could tell. Or perhaps I've labelled her feelings too strongly. At any rate, I know she felt amenable to my asking her out. She even dropped a couple of hints that she wanted me to.
It felt so novel flirting with her because she acted so ... responsive but coy. I can't explain it well. I'd never really done anything like that before. I missed some great opportunities for kino, but jumped in with real-time comments in reply to things she said.
But I chickened out of suggesting we go watch a film (she mentioned she hadn't seen, but wanted to, Bad Boys II), I don't know why. I don't think I could quite believe a lass as intriguing and sexy as her could ever take an interest in me in that way. Whatever, I really pfaffed it up. I couldn't find the right moment after that, and a few minutes later her mum turned up to pick her up, so I couldn't say owt with her waiting in the car.
Dammit. What a stupid sod.
Anyway, about a week later I spoke to Pat at work and asked her if she could get in touch with Shazia to pass my number on to her (or get me hers or whatever). WELL-lame, exceedingly. Anyhoo, she did get me her number, so I rang Shazia up yesterday. She seemed wary, but met me for coffee, and seemed pleased.
But that 'magic' had gone because I hadn't used cunning Neuro Linguistic Programming techniques of anchoring her good feelings to my words or touches, etc. Even worse, while spending time with her, I blanked out and couldn't say much, though I succeeded in making her laugh a fair bit, and she told me a lot about her past.
But she dropped a couple of hints that she wanted to Luj Buff me! She pointed out a couple of hot girls and asked me if they took my fancy, thereby diverting attention away from her. One of her friends phoned while we sat talking, and she described me as: 'A really nice gentleman. A really really nice gentleman'. I mean come on! Talk about the kiss of death! She may as well have called me a 'nice guy', and told me that she had never met a man like me before...
Anyhoo, I feel...not better at all after that! But at least I've come slightly out of my zombified stupour.
― Agent Uranium [GPC], Friday, 17 October 2003 20:16 (twenty-two years ago)
She DID express her disapproval that Southerners (we live in The North) thought Northern girls 'easy', a claim she denied. Perhaps by that she hinted I couldn't get her into bed in one night. But I don't want to either.
Do you know that feeling you get when you click with an incredible person? And everything around you disappears, so that your whole world becomes this face in front of you, that great smile, everything they say? Well, I kept seeing her in that way when we went to a bar.
All my attention just focused on her, in this way that I don't think I've experienced before. As though something about her face riveted me.
I think I feel attraction the way a woman does. Growing up with women will probably do that to a person...
― Agent Uranium [GPC], Friday, 17 October 2003 21:17 (twenty-two years ago)
Cheers for your kind words.
If you look at my 2 paragraphs, starting with 'It felt so novel flirting', I think that she went from seeing me as a Real Man to just a weak pussy-arsed wimp who lacked the brass bollocks to ask her out. True, but goddammit.
I think I will ask her out. But what the hell do I say? And do I take her on a 'classic' dinner & movie type of date or what? Bowling? Pickernick Basket Stealing In Jellystone Park? Dammit, I suck bigtime.
― Agent Uranium [GPC], Saturday, 18 October 2003 10:17 (twenty-two years ago)