reply to post by dainoyfb
just a fun thread
oddest coincidence
A number of years ago I worked as a car salesman. One day after work I decided to go to a bar to try to pick up some girls. But...fact is, I have a
slightly shy side to my personality. I know, "shy" and "car salesman picking up girls at a bar" don't really go together...but a big part of my
motivation for this whole thing was to deliberately try to overcome my shyness. Like if someone is scared of snakes, they can overcome that fear by
gradually exposing themself to snakes until they get used to them. That's basically what I was doing.
So...here I was at this bar. It was packed. Before I found a seat I walked around the entire room looking for a place to sit, and came up with two
possiilities. There was one empty seat between two fairly attractive women, and one seat next to a ravishingly beautiful woman. So my first thought
was that sitting next to two would improve my odds, but then I stopped myself. After all, this was an excercise to overcome fear, right? So obviously
the correct choice was not to play the odds, but to go all out and sit next to the beautiful woman.
So I did. And I started talking to her.
Her initial reaction could be described as "not biting, but still looking at the bait." So I tried a different conversational angle. She seemed
willing to let me try, and after a few attempts I eventually got her to smile, turn her body to face me and generally be interested in what I was
saying.
After a few minutes of conversation she gave me the "what do you do" question. Personally I've always thought of that as an extremely middle class
thing to ask, but I explained that I was working as a car salesman. She laughed and said that so did she. So I asked which dealership she worked at,
and she gave a manufacturer name...and sure enough, same make that I sold. And yes, it turned out that we both worked at the
same exact
dealership.
Apparently she had started earlier that day, and she was at the bar to celebrate. And after realizing all this, we both realized that we had actually
seen each other earlier that day, but hadn't spoken and somehow just didn't connect face to...well, face. And through some twist of fate we both
chose the same bar, some 20 miles away.
Having something so blatant connecting us suddenly made conversation a whole lot easier, and we talked and drank together for a good hour. And me,
having vindicated myself and overcome all my social fears for the night and had a succesful evening, eventually said goodnight and went home.
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Curiously, even though we worked together for about six months after that night, she never again made eye contact with me and did everything she could
to avoid me.
I've never quite been certain whether she got so drunk that she didn't remember what happened and thought she slept with me and was embarrassed
about it...or knew perfectly well that I didn't sleep with her and was
offended that I didn't.