RE: The Approach Thread
Did my first approach last night in a few weeks. I've had some problems with my stomach, stress related and probably IBS, and finally got some meds this week and feeling normal again. I was feeling shit for about 3 and a half weeks, really bloated, my state was down, depressed, but now I'm back.
Last night on the DLR (kind of like a metro) home, I'm sitting opposite a girl and we lock eyes for a few seconds. Then later on in the journey, we lock eyes again for a few seconds. The train is packed, and I'm not feeling gutsy enough to chat to her in front of loads of people, especially since I hadn't opened a girl for a while. I say to myself that if she gets off at my stop, then I'm gonna chat to her.
She's a small little mouse, just my type. If we're giving points, I'd say a 7. Not the best, and certainly not the worst, and I really liked her ass.
We're walking down the stairs to the ground, her in front of me and some ugly girl behind us. I'd heard her speaking Spanish (I thought) on the phone to someone on the train so I opened her in Spanish.
Me: Perdon, senorita?
She turns around and looks at me smiling.
Me: Es usted espanol?
I catch up with her now and am walking side by side down the stairs.
Girl: Nooo! Italiano
Me: Oh, okay. I heard you on the telephone and I thought you were Spanish
Girl: No no, I was talking to my friend in Italian
Me: I should've known really. I have an ex girlfriend who is Italian and know other Italians.
We're at the bottom of the stairs now and I've stopped her.
Me: It's because you talk so fast, I don't know which language is which
Girl: Yes, I've been here for 5 months. My English is not so good
Me: Well, you understand me, so that is good
Girl: Yes, I try
Me: My name's Matt (hold out my hand)
Girl: I'm Monica (she takes my hand is smiling massively at me)
Me: Monica? That's a nice name. You're the first Monica I know
Girl: Well it's nice to meet you
Me: And what have you been doing with yourself today?
Girl: I have just finished at work, I work at Jamie Oliver's
Me: The restaurant?
Girl: Yes, I'm the pastry chef!
Me: Sooo...you bake cakes and pies all day?
Me: YOU bake cakes and pies all day?
Girl: (smiling more) Yes!
Me: .....cakes and pies?
She's laughing now. I grab her face with both of my hands.
Me: I am already in love with you.
Girl: (laughing still) Ohh stop it!
Me: What is the best dessert you make?
Girl: Tiramisu! It's my favourite
Me: Of course
Girl: Yes, in Italy, we love it.
Me: I love it too, let's make a deal. You have to make one for me
Girl: Okay then! (really enthusiastic)
Me: Okay, in England when we make a deal, we shake hands
(we shake hands)
Girl: Okay, I promise!
Me: Do you live around here?
Girl: Yes, I live that way (she points and it's the same direction as me)
Me: Oh, that's the same way as me. Let's start walking
We're walking back just chatting to each other casually when we get to a point where we're heading in the opposite direction.
Me: Well, I'm going this way
Girl: Oh , I live over there
Me: Alright well listen, do you have a boyfriend? (nice one, Jabba)
Girl: (crosses legs) no!
Me: Okay well I'm going to take you out for a drink some time, and you have to make me Tiramisu, remember?
Girl: Yes, it'll be the best one you ever have!
Me: Put your number in my phone and I'll text you some time
(I hand her my phone)
Girl: Maybe it is better to add each other on Facebook?
Me: I don't have Facebook
Girl: Oh you don't have Facebook?
Me: Nope, deleted it months ago
Girl: Okay then (she types her number in my phone)
Me: I'll text you some time then, alright?
Girl: Alright. You know you can get back to your apartment through here?
Me: I didn't, show me the way
She walks me through this scabby council estate and to the road near mine. Again, we stop.
Me: Well, it was nice meeting you
Girl: And you!
We do the cheek kissing thing, then a bit more talk, then the cheek kissing thing again. We're just about to walk away and I grab her hand and say "wait, which way" and she starts point for me and telling me (I live next to a supermarket so she knows the way). All the time she's holding my hand. I tried to read her for a proper kiss but it wasn't gonna happen, that's what rustiness does to you. We parted ways and she had a massive smile on her face. I'll text her tomorrow and try get her round for drinks next weekend.
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(This post was last modified: Today 07:35 AM by MattC.)