Postmortem 01/16/2003
Paul Robinson
needed to have his INS form I-9 authenticated by a Notary Public. So I
ask him if he wants to come here or I go there. So I go out to his
house. I notice that there are CD-Rs on the floor under the kitchen
bench (what would be a table under other circumstances) and I asked if
he burned his own.
No, you'd have to ask her, referring to a nice young lady nearby. Well,
anyway, I do his form, and I end up talking to the girl, who as it turns
out, is interested in getting a notary commission. And it turns out,
she has the form. Well, we get talking a little about how I have my own
collection of MP3s I have from my own CDs too, and I do her form as
well, which means I get to see her ID.
I suspect that this isn't his girlfriend or his wife, but his daughter.
So I think it would be inappropriate to be trying to scope this girl out
around there.
Turns out she's only turned 21 just a few days ago. Not bad looking. I
don't know if I'm ready yet to try physical contact on women I don't
know yet, but I'm getting there, I know I wouldn't have even tried
chatting with her two weeks ago. I notice she has this gag candy bar
that looks like a Hershey bar, but it says "HereSheIs" on it. Has
information about her, so she lets me have one, her parents got her some
for her birthday. So I've got an item with her name and birthdate on it
and some other things.
Well, anyway it kind of dawns on me after I drive away that I should
have gotten her phone number, ostensibly to trade MP3s with her perhaps,
or something. What I did was, when I got home I dialed *69 and got the
phone number. So as not to sound like someone who is anxious,. I wrote
it down, did not call and I will try in a day or so, like it occurred to
me I never asked her if she would like to trade some. I could say - and
it wouldn't be too far off - that she was quite pretty and I forgot
myself. On a scale of 1-10, I'd give her a 7 or an 8. Not bad.
She was too far away to be able to touch her so I wouldn't have been
able to do that.
After I drove away I went down to Office Depot because I had to make
some photocopies for an application for federal employment. So I did
them, and I wrote up a pick ticket when I saw this very nice looking
young negro lady, perfect skin and quite pretty, at the cash register.
She had an extremely unusual name, it escapes me now, doesn't matter,
but I guessed it was from Africa. So after I paid, since there were no
customers near, I decided to chat her up a little.
I asked her about her name, it was so different, was it African or
perhaps, and I stumbled a little, then I remembered, Caribbean. She
looked at me for a moment, and admitted that it was African. I started
to notice what people on here talk about, that quizzical look that some
refer to as a "doggie bowl look." And she had her head at a slight
angle. Good signs that I've got her attention. So I asked her what
country that was from. Ethiopia.
Well, what do you know, I happen to have some knowledge about the place,
I remember it. So I asked her if the general region of where it comes
from was Addis Ababa or someplace else in the country. She admitted
that it's from that area. Well, talk about dumb luck! So my brain kind
of went whir-click and I asked her if they still had tribes there, like
some countries - and I drew a blank, I couldn't remember any other
country in Africa - have tribes, the way here we would have extended
families.
She said that they do have some there. Well, at this point, I got to
thinking, you're about to run out of ideas, bail at this point, far
better that you learn to stretch yourself up to where you can hold
someone for two or three minutes, then maybe get something out of them.
She was also on the other side of the counter, with the cash register in
the way, so I couldn't have touched her.
I might just go back and maybe try talking to her a bit more. Maybe I
can arrange to meet her somewhere, as it's not fair to bother her under
these terms, it's a forced interaction.
This is an absolutely marvelous thing to do, even if I'm not trying to
score on anyone, just talking to friendly people can really perk up your
day, and build up your confidence. I think I'll go out again and talk
to more people.
I have a suspicion being able to meet a woman and perhaps find one I can
talk into going home with might not be as hard as I thought it was, even
if I am 200kg. (450 pounds.)
This is actually easier than I thought; most ladies are a lot friendlier
than I suspected.
--
Paul Robinson <Postm...@paul.washington.dc.us>
"A computer programmer and Notary Public in and for the Commonwealth of
Virginia."
"The Greatest philosopher living, possibly the greatest that ever
lived."
http://paul.washington.dc.us
"The lessons of history teach us - if the lessons of history teach us
anything - that nobody learns the lessons that history teaches us."