Sticky Situation

It is not OK to take candy from strangers... but no one ever said anything about advice...

Enter New Character: The Pickup Artist

As I have been feeling a little dehydrated lately (wonder why, seeing that I have not been drinking much water in the past five days). Roommate and her boyfriend came over. We played Phase 10 and made brownies. When we do these kind of activities together, we like to think of it as a test of how it is going to be when we actually share the same apartment. So far, every test we have set ourselves up for has been passed.

After they left, I met up for dinner with The Ex. Our stomachs took us to Flowers Cafe. On the way over I told him that I was feeling sort of dehydrated, and though I have never really drank all that much, I wasn't going to do it again until I felt a wee bit better. That lasted about five minutes because the happy hour drink special was one of the two drinks that I know and have consumed now. I felt it was a sign that I had to drink. It did nothing for me though.

We talked pretty casually about our dating lives.  Which is a big step to do with an Ex, in my opinion.  It wasn't even in the fashion to make one another jealous.  Rare.  From what I have gathered, his new girlfriend really isn't a girlfriend at all. Something tells me she has become his mere booty call, due to her lack of a want  of commitment (and I can't blame her. She seems a little above his league, should leagues even exist- which is a concept I am currently grappling with).  *Note* My Wifey told me later that she talked to Ex via AIM and he said that I was trying to hard.  I think he is just a little jealous that I refuse to invite him along when we go drinking.

After dinner, I went back to the lovely trenches of Bauhaus, yet again, with my Wifey. At first we sat outside, but when my computer battery started to die, we moved inside. By complete accident, while unpacking our goods, my Wifey tapped the window next to us. Wouldn't you know it, there was a boy out there! So here Wifey is, giving extended eye contact to this boy who just so happens to be giving it back. There was a commotion outside from two people sitting next to this new boy- now titled The Pickup Artist.  He gestured to his phone, as though to ask Wifey for her number.  We wrote it on a sticky note (now twice proving themselves of use).  He dialed it and let us listen to the conversation that was in full bloom between the two characters sitting next to him.  After that he came in and joined us at our table.  

I had my blog open on complete accident and he asked what I was blogging about.  How was I going to explain that I was blogging about dating...I mean, what if he is a character I need to write about?  What if I wanted to write about her flirting with him, him flirting with her, or me, or me flirting, or him flirting with himself?  What then?  I tried to limit who I gave this blog address out to, but this kind of put an unexpected kink in things.  Oh well.  Comfortable or not, I am going to continue to blog about the situation as is.  

For some reason I thought his name was Todd, so the whole night (and even still), I kept calling him Todd, though that was no where near what his real name was.  So we start talking about my blog.  Actually, the majority of the conversation last night (which lasted until Bauhaus closed) was focused on dating, dating lives, and perceptions of dating.  The Pickup Artist (and essentially this is why he gained that specific title) gave us a lot of insight to the males perspective on the dating scene.  Well all, more or less, mutually came to the conclusion that what everyone needs is a little more confidence.  Oh, and needs to learn to keep themselves approachable.  He told us about the 3 second rule, which I think I am going to try to put into practice.  The rule goes like this: Say what you want to say in the first three seconds- don't over think it or you will be less likely to muster up your courage to actually stutter something like "I like your base... your beat is nice" .  

We also started to analyze peoples behaviors.  One of the Boy Watchers was outside.  We watched as a girl approached him (she started to talk about his Guam sticker- we presumed it was because she too was from Guam).  She gave all the signals one would expect when trying to exude flirtatious vibes.  She sat down next to him, slanted her chair inward, touched her hair more than her stylist probably does when cutting it, and kept their eyes in gridlock.  It was a perfect case study.  To bad for her, females are not quite the type he is looking for.  Everyone has types, I guess.

A little while after this interaction happened, the guy that I posted the stranger ad finally came in!  He seemed a bit older than I remember him- and while age isn't a problem all that much for me, he seemed like the type that it might be of concern for him.  I smiled at him on occasion again- but I think I made too much eye contact this time.  I wish that I would have approached him, but I think he lost any interest he previously had- so I had to fore go that motion for now.

Another of the Boy Watchers joined the conversation as well.  We were all scoping out and talking about passer-bys and Bauhaus regulars.  At this point in time- even the Pickup artist started commenting on women of the night.  It was hard to tell what the deal with him was: was he originally trying to get some action from one of us?  Why else would he come in?  Was he waiting for us to be more forward?  Or did he just want us as the girls he took around to pick up other girls?  All of it was a bit too confusing for us..

One of the girls, part of the BWC, pointed out one boy in particular that she admitted to being one of the primary reasons for her frequent flier miles to Bauhaus.  He, himself, was part of, what looked to be a bicycle gang of really hip looking kids.  She pointed him out to us as he took off on his bike with some friends and explained how she had always wanted to talk to him,but never got up enough courage.  She explained that now it was finally at the point that she didn't even know what she would say to him.  We kind of talked about it, and sort of left it at that...until.... HE CAME BACK!  I told her to wave at him; she didn't so I did.  And then, when he walked in to Bauhaus and The Pickup Artist waved him over.  He told bicycle gang boy that he had a fan club, and next time he saw us, to say hello.  I think he was flattered (even though it embarrassed the crap out of us). 

And then I don't know how exactly it happened, but we managed to convince her to go outside and leave her number on his bicycle.  Again, the sticky notes proved themselves useful (for those keeping tabs, this is thrice now).  *Sticky Note to self- always ALWAYS carry sticky notes, especially if you are on the prowl*.  This seemed like a sweet gesture until the biker boy's friend started to ride his bike around, picked up the note, and took it to to him, in almost a mocking way.   

End of this story: The guy who got sticky-noted the phone number, actually text messaged her.  Unfortunately, he has a girlfriend who lives in Portland... but, he did say he liked to make new friends, and asked her to say hi when she sees him.