I observed some hot girls walking up the street when I was ordering my drink at Starbucks today. I thought to myself, “Those girls are so fine that they’re Hotties: The Next Generation!” As usual I wasn’t planning on actually talking to them. But then they walked inside Starbucks and ordered a drink and one of them got some food. I was admiring and enjoying my silky Venti Caramel Macchiato at the time and was having the time of my life. Then the super hottie turned to me and asked, “Where do you get your hair done?” And I pointed out the window at a hair salon called Olivia’s, and said, “Right over there across the street.” And I was wondering if the girl was looking for a place to die her hair. So I asked, “Are you thinking of getting your hair dyed?” And she said, “No, I just thought your hair looked cool so I thought I’d ask.” Then I thought that would be then end of the conversation, but instead she gave me the rest of her Chocolate Banana Bread Cake. I was pretty blown away at this point. First she complimented my scruffy hair, then she gave me some snacks. Then, no joke, when she said, “That’s Chocolate Banana Bread.” I ate some and then said, “I’m a Cheese Danish, kind of guy.” And if you’re wondering why I’m a Cheese Danish kind of guy, here’s a link explaining why.
I wanted to get her number so I decided to talk to her more.
So I asked her what her name was. And that was my first mistake. She gave me her name, but it broke the flow. I should have just gone for her number. I should have pulled out my phone and just straight up asked her for her number and gotten her name after inputting it. I blew it. Then after I was halfway through my drink and waiting to cross the street, her and her friend walked right past me. And instead of stopping her and getting her number, I just said, “Have a great night.” And then she said, “Thanks you too.” That was my second chance and I did nothing with it.
But I’m not worried that I didn’t get the number, and the reason why is because there’s plenty of time in the world to get numbers. Now statistically, there isn’t a very good chance that I’ll see these girls again. But at least now I have had a chance to talk to girls and see where my dialogue skills are at. Hey, at least I got some free snacks right? That ain’t bad. It’s kind of wierd, I don’t really go to Starbucks to meet girls. I mostly go because I like talking to the Baristas and because I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to Caffeine. But if I can talk to some Hotties the Next Generation…while getting my Venti CMaC (That’s a Venti Caramel Macchiato) then I’m all for it.
Now that I’m almost 30 years old it’s about time that I start talking to girls again instead of just sending them virtual chocolate cakes on Facebook a day before their birthday comes (man, I love doing that). It’s just that I’ve been in a couple long term relationships and I feel like I’ve been on the rocks forĀ a while, and it’s tricky to get back out there.
Yum, that Banana Bread was good.
-Tyler

