Alright.
I'll preface this...
I'm not a bad looking guy. And I really only roll with 10's. It's shallow, I know, but i'm not trying to get into anything serious again soon.
I also used to be in a moderately famous band, but no one really knows that. So it doesn't come into play.
I had never seen this girl in my life. But she's for sure one of the best looking I've ever laid eyes on.
She was a cashier at the mickdicks, and she's probably 21-22.
Me: Parks motorcycle in MickDick's parking lot (It's an 83' Maxim 650. Not pretty, but it's my spare bike because I'm rebuilding my R6.) Needless to say, It's not the epitome of cool.
I'm decked out in superbike apparel though. (scorpion exo helmet, icon jacket and gloves) So I take everything off but the jacket and go inside.
Her: "Hey there, it's hot out. What are you getting?"
Me: " Uhhh. 3 McDoubles, 2 Chicken Snackwraps and a Large Fry..
Fuck, that's a lot of food"
Her: (Giggles) "Ok, for here or to go?"
Me: "To go.... Obviously. I tried the drive thru once, and it wasn't pretty."
Her: "Haha, Ok, (Rings up total).... So what kind of bike to do you ride?"
Me: "Currently? That piece of shit Yamaha (Points to parking lot), but I have an R6 in my garage. Do you know much about bikes?"
Her: "No, I've just always wanted to ride on a superbike. You look like you'd be fun to ride with."
Me: "Haha, I don't know.. Might be too scary for you."
Her: Goes to serve other customers and such. Looks up and smiles at me probably once every 20 seconds and we keep making eye contact.
Me: (After seeing the way she was smiling at me)
: "Can I have your number if that isn't weird?"
Her: "I have a boyfriend, but it's on the way out right now"
Me: "That's not what I asked you."
Her: Goes out of site, comes back and hands me food.
: "Talk to you soon."
Me: Pissed off that I struck out.
: "Yah, see you around."
Think about this all the fucking way home on my bike. How I fucked it up, and what I would do differently next time.
I'm pretty confident, and I can usually end up hanging out with any girl I set my sights on, I was just pissed.
So I get home, and sit down to eat at my comp in my living room.
Opens bag.
Me: "WTF. WIN"
She wrote, "Gosh you're hot biker boy. Call me. (Number)
XO.
- Tara"
On a napkin inside the bag.
Moral of story.
Driving Motorcycles = Easy Win
Edited by Anonymous (06/25/10 01:43 PM)
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