Beautiful Eyes
I was on the subway today and an attractive girl started to talk to me out of nowhere. Starting with "You have very beautiful eyes", the conversation continued with her asking me questions such as where I was going, if I get complimented on my looks often, etc. Most of the time I answered truthfully and politely. Her two friends giggled as she questioned me telling her that she was scaring me. I told them I was used to this type of thing.
I actually didn't really mind at all. It was kind of nice but it quickly got awkward for me.
"So do you have someone?"
"Hm?"
"Do you have someone?"
"Uhh... No."
"Oh okay. You look like you're good in bed. Are you?"
"...I wouldn't know."
"Do you wanna go?"
"Hm?"
"Do you wanna 'go'?"
*I looked her over rubbing my chin while smiling*
"...I'm tempted."
"I'll give you a discount."
"Really... I'll keep that in mind."
"Hahaha. So which stop are you getting off at?"
"Umm... Scarborough Town."
"What a coincidence, so are we."
"I'm just going to see a friend."
"Does he want in on this too?"
"Hahaha, I don't think she would be interested."
"Oh, I know lots of guys. I could hook her up."
"I appreciate it."
So then she asked if she could take a picture with me and I agreed. Now there's a picture of me floating around somewhere on a cellphone. When we left, they called me George and waving goodbye. I never ended up getting their names or any contact information but I was considering it throughout the conversation.
Other random part:
"How old are you?"
"21. How old are you?"
"How old do you think I am?"
"19."
"What about my friends?"
"Same age."
"You're a pretty smart guy."
More than anything else this girl reminded me of Ruth's sister, Sherry.
I actually didn't really mind at all. It was kind of nice but it quickly got awkward for me.
"So do you have someone?"
"Hm?"
"Do you have someone?"
"Uhh... No."
"Oh okay. You look like you're good in bed. Are you?"
"...I wouldn't know."
"Do you wanna go?"
"Hm?"
"Do you wanna 'go'?"
*I looked her over rubbing my chin while smiling*
"...I'm tempted."
"I'll give you a discount."
"Really... I'll keep that in mind."
"Hahaha. So which stop are you getting off at?"
"Umm... Scarborough Town."
"What a coincidence, so are we."
"I'm just going to see a friend."
"Does he want in on this too?"
"Hahaha, I don't think she would be interested."
"Oh, I know lots of guys. I could hook her up."
"I appreciate it."
So then she asked if she could take a picture with me and I agreed. Now there's a picture of me floating around somewhere on a cellphone. When we left, they called me George and waving goodbye. I never ended up getting their names or any contact information but I was considering it throughout the conversation.
Other random part:
"How old are you?"
"21. How old are you?"
"How old do you think I am?"
"19."
"What about my friends?"
"Same age."
"You're a pretty smart guy."
More than anything else this girl reminded me of Ruth's sister, Sherry.