And I know I totally owe you a story about the boy who tried to pick me up on the street 2 weeks ago, which - as irony would have it - was 5 years to the day from the last time I could remember being picked up.
Basically I was walking back to my building (this is when I still worked in Manhattan) from a meeting in another building. On my way in to Starbucks this guy starts calling me. He was pretty clean cut and not too sketchy looking, so I stopped, assuming that he wanted to ask me for directions (the financial district, unlike the rest of Manhattan, is pretty confusing, so asking for directions is acceptable). Well, i quickly figured out that he was actually trying to pick me up. The course of our conversation has two distinct segments: 1) the part where he told me a fake story and 2) the part where he engages me in conversation and makes "the ask."
To Summarize:
1) the part where he told me a fake story
- He needs help, his friend in Australia is having a problem and he needs a woman's opinion
- His friend is about to get engaged and they are about to take engagement photos..
- His friend's almost Fiance is a model who recently took a trip tot he Bahamas.
- While in the Bahamas and applying sunscreen, his friend's fiance got a phone call and forgot to finish applying sunscreen.
- Now she has red spots all over her body (they call her pizza face) and his friend isn't sure if he should cancel the pictures...
- I learned many things about my would-be suitor including:
- his first name is Nitin (which, gasp, is a palindrome)
- he speaks French (which he proceeded to demonstrate for me even though I don't understand French)
- he had ordered a breakfast sandwich and wanted me to talk to him while he waited
- he went to Wharton business school at the University of Pennsylvania
- he was captain of his soccer team
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