“New and exciting”
—One of my friends at Canandaigua's YMCA swimming-pool, who happens to be female, keeps badgering me to strike up conversations with men as well as women.
Like I’m biased towards women.
Well, sorta.
A designed-in trait I guess. I always been attracted to women.
Plus striking up conversations with women seems to always work. With men I might get that macho crap, or my head gets taken off! (It’s happened.)
What’s notable is that I am much more likely to strike up a conversation with anyone then I was just a few months ago.
Men, women, frumps, ugly persons, Wicked-Witch-of-the-West, et al.
The other day I hiked trails in a nearby park, and struck up conversations with anyone that came along, probably at least 20; maybe 30.
Male, female, groups, husband-and-wife: “I see your dog is taking you for a walk.”
OFF WE GO! “Yada-yada-yada-yada-yada!”
People wanna talk!
“Yippee! This dude wants to talk with me!”
I’m sure some think I’m weird, but all too many don’t.
There’s no telling what you might hear when you let someone start talking to you.
And perish-the-thought I often like what I hear.
Maybe two months ago it was exciting just to talk to a girl.
Then it became exciting to notice girls wanted to talk to me. (“Impossible!”)
Now it’s anyone — all are open-season.
There were only two people at that park the other day with whom I didn’t attempt to strike up a conversation. Both were girls, and both looked nasty.
I also can tell when someone would rather keep to themself. Let ‘em; try someone else!
It’s their loss; I coulda charmed ‘em! (“Never in a million years!”)
Wanting to strike up a conversation with someone tells that person you’re attracted to them.
That works like a charm, especially with a pretty girl. There’s nothing a pretty girl likes more than being able to talk with a guy without being hit on.
I’ve seen it myself; I’ve had way too much success.
I say something to a pretty girl, and she’s thrilled.“Yippee! This dude is talking with me!” (“She’s just being sociable! You are dreaming Bobby!”)
So I’m feeling like my pool friend is outta date.
After the childhood I had, the fact a pretty girl would wanna talk with me is mind-blowing — new and exciting.
(“Never! No pretty girl is gonna talk to you!”)
But I feel like it’s gone way beyond pretty girls.
I discovered it’s just too much fun striking up a conversation with anyone.
So I do it with anyone.“No one will talk with you Bobby,” is history.
Like I’m biased towards women.
Well, sorta.
A designed-in trait I guess. I always been attracted to women.
Plus striking up conversations with women seems to always work. With men I might get that macho crap, or my head gets taken off! (It’s happened.)
What’s notable is that I am much more likely to strike up a conversation with anyone then I was just a few months ago.
Men, women, frumps, ugly persons, Wicked-Witch-of-the-West, et al.
The other day I hiked trails in a nearby park, and struck up conversations with anyone that came along, probably at least 20; maybe 30.
Male, female, groups, husband-and-wife: “I see your dog is taking you for a walk.”
OFF WE GO! “Yada-yada-yada-yada-yada!”
People wanna talk!
“Yippee! This dude wants to talk with me!”
I’m sure some think I’m weird, but all too many don’t.
There’s no telling what you might hear when you let someone start talking to you.
And perish-the-thought I often like what I hear.
Maybe two months ago it was exciting just to talk to a girl.
Then it became exciting to notice girls wanted to talk to me. (“Impossible!”)
Now it’s anyone — all are open-season.
There were only two people at that park the other day with whom I didn’t attempt to strike up a conversation. Both were girls, and both looked nasty.
I also can tell when someone would rather keep to themself. Let ‘em; try someone else!
It’s their loss; I coulda charmed ‘em! (“Never in a million years!”)
Wanting to strike up a conversation with someone tells that person you’re attracted to them.
That works like a charm, especially with a pretty girl. There’s nothing a pretty girl likes more than being able to talk with a guy without being hit on.
I’ve seen it myself; I’ve had way too much success.
I say something to a pretty girl, and she’s thrilled.“Yippee! This dude is talking with me!” (“She’s just being sociable! You are dreaming Bobby!”)
So I’m feeling like my pool friend is outta date.
After the childhood I had, the fact a pretty girl would wanna talk with me is mind-blowing — new and exciting.
(“Never! No pretty girl is gonna talk to you!”)
But I feel like it’s gone way beyond pretty girls.
I discovered it’s just too much fun striking up a conversation with anyone.
So I do it with anyone.“No one will talk with you Bobby,” is history.
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