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Should I Ask The 12 y/o Out
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Should I Ask The 12 y/o Out Yesterday I went to the local sub/hoagie/hero shop as chronicled in Sophia Loren, a hero is more than a sandwich and a spomb for my weekly BLT. Far as “Sophia” goes she hasn’t been there for a month or so because she broke her wrist falling off a . It was just about 2 PM; the store was empty and the other woman who works there was behind the counter. As you may recall I described her as “in her 40s (a guess), about 5’ 2” ish, thin, blonde, fair skin, a pretty face and a pleasant attitude”. I’ve been talking to her when I’m there, usually about basic life stuff but in a silly way kind of like I do here. Turns out she is pretty smart and has a bit of a snarky sense of humor kinda like mine, so I can get her to laugh pretty easily. Her name is “L”. Recent talk has been about me clearing out some of the jungle growth on my property (Damn invasive species trees). Well, I evidently looked a bit ragged when I strolled in because she said, “More yard work?” and she was right. We also had a long talk about pets and I mentioned how much I miss my little buddy Dude, my cat that I had to put down (see his pic below) and who I still miss A LOT  . She totally got that. As I headed home I thought she is pretty cool and last night I figured I would take a shot and ask her out  . Then, with this town being the sleepy little nothing to really do backwater it is, I wondered – WTF to do here. No clue but first things first – get the date. Then I thought about the woman from How I Feel Writing Some Of This Stuff who lives in a town about 50 miles away who I connected with here. You may recall she got bent because I wrote about “Sophia”. Well I haven’t heard back from her so I guess it will just be her loss  . Oh, and L is only 15 miles away in another little community, so there’s that. So I go into town and run some errands and as I’m passing in front of the strip mall where the sandwich shop is I see L stepping out for a break. Ok time to go for it and I nearly run down 2 old guys crossing the driveway. Damn slow people can’t they tell I’m tryin to “get laid”?  With windows down I pull up along where she is walking and say Hi. She smiles and says Hi and says “I’ll be in there in a minute” and I tell her I just have a question. I ask with a straight face, “Do you think the cute lady in the shop would be interested in getting together with me for dinner?” First thing out of her mouth is, “the 12 year old?" Well, I’m a bit surprised at her reply because I’ve never seen a 12 year old in the shop, and WTF 12 really? So I say nooooo YOU and she goes OH ME and smiles. Yes you. She then tells me she has a b/f. Well ain’t that just ducky. So we talk a bit more . . . then as I start to pull away she says “Hey . . . if I didn’t have a b/f I would definitely love to go out with you.” I say cool and, “If the b/f does something dumb, as b/fs can do, let me know” and she smiles and says “I will.” Well, what the heck do I do with that little piece of information? Do I even need to know that? Why am I talking to myself?  So I went on to Wally World and pondered  those things as I dodged the “common clay of the earth” at Wally. Along with my usual crap I got a pint of Butter Pecan ice cream and Chex Mix, I hope there’s a bunch of the dark chippy things in there.With my luck the 50-mile away woman will come on the site read this and get pissed again. Hummm . . . maybe I should have asked the 12 year old if she had a b/f. “I’ll be here all weekend, try the veal”.  When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. |
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redrockrascal, She is interested in you, but you need to man up. Otherwise she wouldn't have said the thing about the b/f (who might not even exist). It is a challenge to you to not freak out, get all jealous and possessive, or otherwise weird her out. But less of the clowning. Now that you have established conversation with her - still be yourself but man it up and be a little more serious in your approach. Go to the sub shop as much ... not more, not less than you do now. Show her that you'd like to spend time with her by paying her attention , but that you don't NEED to have her in your life. That is for later. Dinner was too much - a coffee or similar where she can make a gracious exit. Just my thoughts to your sincere post.
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I'm always optimistic... If the conversation ended at 'she has a b/f', then that's it... However, being that she added, if she didn't she would definitely go out with you... is like sayin' you got a chance... and, she'll let you know... It's like when I ask women out and I ask them what are my odds... from 1 to a million... and, if they say closer to one in a million, then, I say: 'so you're sayin there's a chance'... just sayin'... it could work... thanks for the post! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!! 
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Thanks Kinks, pets are an essential piece of life. When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
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Sorry for your loss... I lost my cat Kiss a few years ago. He was 18. I still look for his fluffy tail when move around my place and catch myself opening front door carefully so he wouldn't escape. When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
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Dammit! So now what? McD's? Burger King? Cause I wouldn't want to go back in that Sub place.  . Slower than what happens in bigger towns. I should start bringing a short book, like War and Peace or Gone With The Wind. When the economy tanked we lost; A & W, Arby’s (I love that stuff), Long John’s, Burger King  When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
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Sorry for your loss... I lost my cat Kiss a few years ago. He was 18. I still look for his fluffy tail when move around my place and catch myself opening front door carefully so he wouldn't escape. Visit my blog It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World of NaughtyInSO, leave a comment, become a watcher. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LIVE AND LET LIVE Be happy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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The twelve year old is probably actually closer to sixteen, like you guessed. I expect she's a huge pain in the ass to her older co-worker, hence the comparison to a twelve year old. I worked with a number of guys whose emotional development stalled at nine. Fortunately, I was a precocious curmudgeon and started giving them hell at thirty. You want another goat? Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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It's not easy for you men. Maybe there should be a gf or bf ring, like a wedding ring so we know who is available.
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cool.
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Isn't that the way it goes though ? Had the same type of experience with a cashier at one of the local stores here, chatting and flirting for a few months, and when i finally got the nerve up, she say, I have a live-in boyfriend. Back to the land of broken dreams !!!!! I know exactly what your saying !!!!
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