"So are you some kind of ladies man, Bradley?" Carolyn asked. We were seated inside the ice cream shop. It was crowded, seems a bunch of other assholes had the same idea that I was given. But fortunately we found a small two chaired table next to the restroom. We sat in a tiny hallway, a wall with vintage wallpaper on one side and a tan colored one, with a single door -- employee access only, on the other. Behind us was the restroom. It was unisex and seemed to have a broken handle, because every now and then the door would slowly, and ominously creak open, we'd hear a gasp and then it would slam shut.
"No, not really. Why do you ask?" Carolyn was sitting with her hands under her legs staring more at her double mountain fudge sundae than me. Then she looked up, first at my chocolate malt crunch crone, then at my mouth, then finally at me. Or my eyes, rather.
"It takes big balls to just ask a random stranger out." She leaned to one side, her shirt swayed after her, and removed the arm on the other side. She picked up her plastic spoon and started chipping at the sundae. "Seems like only douche bags do that kind of stuff," She scooped a spoonful and brought it to her lips. Then she looked down at it. "or a ladies man."
She seemed to enjoy her sundae, even if she had to stop occasionally because of a brain freeze. I sure as shit enjoyed my cone.
"So..." I said after a few minutes of silence. I'm not going to lie, I was still in shock as to how this really happened. There was a lot of tension in my torso that I was trying to release. "What sort of things are you into..."
She smirked.
"I mean, besides sundaes."
She grinned and blushed a little bit.
"Besides sundaes, I dunno." She leaned back into her chair and cocked her head to one side, sizing me up again.
"I like you."
Wait, what? But I had a mouthful of chocolate malt crunch, so the words didn't make their way out.
"Don't give me that look. I like a man who is forward and doesn't play games." Then she turned her gaze to the floor. "And besides, its too hard for me to keep a guy."
"Why is that?" I finally had some freedom.
"Its just me they don't end up liking." She seemed embarrassed.
"Well, I think that's stupid." She looked at me. "I mean, look at you. You're gorgeous!"
"Thanks but..." She trailed off. "I just don't think it'd work."
"What the hell are you talking about?" What is it with girls? All they seemed to do was change the subject until you don't remember what they were talking about.
"I mean, I don't think we will work out."
"What makes you think I wanted more than ice cream?" I said. I was lying of course, I just had to keep a front up.
"And you don't?" She asked.
"Nope." I slouched into my seat and set my gaze go somewhere a thousand yards away.
"I think you are a ladies man, Bradley." I looked at her. "That's the best way to get a girl's attention. But let me warn you, I'm no ordinary girl." She grabbed her sundae and stood up. "So my attention will be a bit harder to get than that, but you're free to try."
I really had no idea what was happening, did this mean that we were going to start dating?
"Here's my number." She pulled a Sharpie from her purse and wrote the nine digit number on my hand in flowery, girly writing and turned to leave. "Its not a landline, obviously. Text me!"
Then she was gone, and I'm not sure if it was the ice cream or her but at that moment my head starting aching.
-Sir Jestro
"No, not really. Why do you ask?" Carolyn was sitting with her hands under her legs staring more at her double mountain fudge sundae than me. Then she looked up, first at my chocolate malt crunch crone, then at my mouth, then finally at me. Or my eyes, rather.
"It takes big balls to just ask a random stranger out." She leaned to one side, her shirt swayed after her, and removed the arm on the other side. She picked up her plastic spoon and started chipping at the sundae. "Seems like only douche bags do that kind of stuff," She scooped a spoonful and brought it to her lips. Then she looked down at it. "or a ladies man."
She seemed to enjoy her sundae, even if she had to stop occasionally because of a brain freeze. I sure as shit enjoyed my cone.
"So..." I said after a few minutes of silence. I'm not going to lie, I was still in shock as to how this really happened. There was a lot of tension in my torso that I was trying to release. "What sort of things are you into..."
She smirked.
"I mean, besides sundaes."
She grinned and blushed a little bit.
"Besides sundaes, I dunno." She leaned back into her chair and cocked her head to one side, sizing me up again.
"I like you."
Wait, what? But I had a mouthful of chocolate malt crunch, so the words didn't make their way out.
"Don't give me that look. I like a man who is forward and doesn't play games." Then she turned her gaze to the floor. "And besides, its too hard for me to keep a guy."
"Why is that?" I finally had some freedom.
"Its just me they don't end up liking." She seemed embarrassed.
"Well, I think that's stupid." She looked at me. "I mean, look at you. You're gorgeous!"
"Thanks but..." She trailed off. "I just don't think it'd work."
"What the hell are you talking about?" What is it with girls? All they seemed to do was change the subject until you don't remember what they were talking about.
"I mean, I don't think we will work out."
"What makes you think I wanted more than ice cream?" I said. I was lying of course, I just had to keep a front up.
"And you don't?" She asked.
"Nope." I slouched into my seat and set my gaze go somewhere a thousand yards away.
"I think you are a ladies man, Bradley." I looked at her. "That's the best way to get a girl's attention. But let me warn you, I'm no ordinary girl." She grabbed her sundae and stood up. "So my attention will be a bit harder to get than that, but you're free to try."
I really had no idea what was happening, did this mean that we were going to start dating?
"Here's my number." She pulled a Sharpie from her purse and wrote the nine digit number on my hand in flowery, girly writing and turned to leave. "Its not a landline, obviously. Text me!"
Then she was gone, and I'm not sure if it was the ice cream or her but at that moment my head starting aching.
-Sir Jestro
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