so there's this pretty ****ing cute girl who works at guitar center. i'm not there often, but i've seen her around a few times (i go in for menial shit like strings usually).
she's exactly my kind of girl (petit, nice face, eyes, short, about an 8.5-9), so she always catches me attention if she's working on the day that i'm shopping there. only problem is she's 22 and i'm 17 so i never gave it much thought. my friend gave me her myspace (how he got it, i don't know) and since then i've been more and more interested in her.
i went in a few days ago and went straight to the front to buy some strings since i already knew what i wanted.
me: hey, i'll take some d'addario medium acoustic strings.. the .13s
her: ooh acoustic, that's cool, your fingers must be tough! .. are you in a band?
me: i'm too poor to be in a band, and i'm too socially inept to piece one together anyway
her: haha, you're funny .. is that all you're buying?
me: yep, thanks.. what's your name? i'm jonathan.
her: nice to meet you, my name's amy.. come back soon, alright?
was she just being friendly or what? the entire time she was looking in my eyes and smiling, and it's not like she gets tips or anything so she doesn't have to be THAT nice to customers..
should i friend request her on myspace, or would that be creepy? she'll be wondering "what the **** how did this *** get my myspace? ". if i go back in the store and say hi it's going to be awkward because i don't need anything there, and it's going to look creepy if i'm just there chatting away with her while she's trying to get her work on
what should i do
****UPDATE****
oh my god
you guys will not believe the shit that just happened..
i walk in the store, confident that i'm doing the right thing. i see her near the registers saying goodbye to a big looking guy. he smiles at her as he's walking away and she smiles back. she's kind of leaning against the glass display (with all the pedals and other electronics) and there's barely anyone in the store to eavesdrop on our conversation. the conditions are perfect! our conversation goes like this:
me: hey amy! slow morning eh?
her: haha yep.. you're back!
me: yeah my e string snapped on my electric, so i might as well get a new pack
her: gotcha
me: what do you recommend?
her: the most popular are the ernie ball's
me: you mean you want me to use ernie's balls? what kind of advice is that?
*she starts laughing really hard, gay ****ing joke i know*
anyway we bullshit for 5 minutes about getting strings and blah blah, and i mention hanging out towards the end
me: so, are you doing anything this weekend?
her: (in a cutesy way) noope not doing anything
me: i was thinking maybe we could hang out and grab some coffee or something
i'm kind of noticing that there are people around/behind me and i look back and see this fat ogre *** ****** almost breathing down my neck and it's the same guy who smiled at her when he was walking out. he has dreadlocks and gold teeth
her: i think you got the wrong idea.. i have a boyfriend
big ugly mother****er: we've been going out for a while bro
me: but your myspace says you're single (in retrospect, this was the dumbest ****ing thing that i could have possibly said)
her: how did you get my myspace???
big ugly mother****er: have you been spying on us?
me: uh a friend gave it to me..
her: i don't even update my myspace
at this point they're both laughing at me and i am starting to sweat and my heart is beating extremely fast from the embarrassment.. i'm ****ing devastated. is this dreadlocked mother****er her boyfriend? this ugly sack of shit? i give her a sheepish grin and mumble a few words to both of them nervously and walk the **** out of the store, with my morale killed. turns out I LEFT WITHOUT THE ****ING STRINGS, SO EVENTUALLY I HAVE TO GO BACK AND BUY MORE. i need to look into online delivery. :hs
ON HER MYSPACE: I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST ONE OF HER FRIENDS
she's exactly my kind of girl (petit, nice face, eyes, short, about an 8.5-9), so she always catches me attention if she's working on the day that i'm shopping there. only problem is she's 22 and i'm 17 so i never gave it much thought. my friend gave me her myspace (how he got it, i don't know) and since then i've been more and more interested in her.
i went in a few days ago and went straight to the front to buy some strings since i already knew what i wanted.
me: hey, i'll take some d'addario medium acoustic strings.. the .13s
her: ooh acoustic, that's cool, your fingers must be tough! .. are you in a band?
me: i'm too poor to be in a band, and i'm too socially inept to piece one together anyway
her: haha, you're funny .. is that all you're buying?
me: yep, thanks.. what's your name? i'm jonathan.
her: nice to meet you, my name's amy.. come back soon, alright?
was she just being friendly or what? the entire time she was looking in my eyes and smiling, and it's not like she gets tips or anything so she doesn't have to be THAT nice to customers..
should i friend request her on myspace, or would that be creepy? she'll be wondering "what the **** how did this *** get my myspace? ". if i go back in the store and say hi it's going to be awkward because i don't need anything there, and it's going to look creepy if i'm just there chatting away with her while she's trying to get her work on
what should i do
****UPDATE****
oh my god
you guys will not believe the shit that just happened..
i walk in the store, confident that i'm doing the right thing. i see her near the registers saying goodbye to a big looking guy. he smiles at her as he's walking away and she smiles back. she's kind of leaning against the glass display (with all the pedals and other electronics) and there's barely anyone in the store to eavesdrop on our conversation. the conditions are perfect! our conversation goes like this:
me: hey amy! slow morning eh?
her: haha yep.. you're back!
me: yeah my e string snapped on my electric, so i might as well get a new pack
her: gotcha
me: what do you recommend?
her: the most popular are the ernie ball's
me: you mean you want me to use ernie's balls? what kind of advice is that?
*she starts laughing really hard, gay ****ing joke i know*
anyway we bullshit for 5 minutes about getting strings and blah blah, and i mention hanging out towards the end
me: so, are you doing anything this weekend?
her: (in a cutesy way) noope not doing anything
me: i was thinking maybe we could hang out and grab some coffee or something
i'm kind of noticing that there are people around/behind me and i look back and see this fat ogre *** ****** almost breathing down my neck and it's the same guy who smiled at her when he was walking out. he has dreadlocks and gold teeth
her: i think you got the wrong idea.. i have a boyfriend
big ugly mother****er: we've been going out for a while bro
me: but your myspace says you're single (in retrospect, this was the dumbest ****ing thing that i could have possibly said)
her: how did you get my myspace???
big ugly mother****er: have you been spying on us?
me: uh a friend gave it to me..
her: i don't even update my myspace
at this point they're both laughing at me and i am starting to sweat and my heart is beating extremely fast from the embarrassment.. i'm ****ing devastated. is this dreadlocked mother****er her boyfriend? this ugly sack of shit? i give her a sheepish grin and mumble a few words to both of them nervously and walk the **** out of the store, with my morale killed. turns out I LEFT WITHOUT THE ****ING STRINGS, SO EVENTUALLY I HAVE TO GO BACK AND BUY MORE. i need to look into online delivery. :hs
ON HER MYSPACE: I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST ONE OF HER FRIENDS
