April 25th, 2005
|01:20 pm - Handkercheifs?|
Today, at lunch, a woman actually dropped a handkercheif as she passed by me.
You know what I mean, where in the movies, the love-interest drops her handkercheif onto the floor and expects the hero to pick it up and bring it to her? And she glances back over her shoulder to make sure he gets the message?
Exactly like that.
Yeah, I don't have any idea what to say about that whole scenario. . .
Current Mood: curious
Current Music: "Love in the Library", -JB
accpet it as a compliment....did you get the hankie and give it back to the lady in distress???
Yes, I did. I still am not sure what to say.
So did you pick it up? Return it? Pocket it as a trophy? :)
Yep, returned it. Surreal.
You're probably right, though I doubt I'll find out.
Wow. The first story to pop into my mind was Shakespeare's Othello. It may not be the best play to get clues on how to react in that situation from, as almost everyone dies.
I dunno. I'm sure it's got its positive aspects.
I hope for your own sake you didn't pick it up and give it to her...
What else could I possibly do?
polly got her thinking "damn, i'm gettin me some fine ass tonight" and then BAM, dissapointment like a wall of bricks......
Yeah. It's sad to use such a great move on me. Damn me being all impervious to such things.
Here's hoping that she wasn't too discouraged.
|Date:||April 25th, 2005 06:54 pm (UTC)|| |
I would most definitely follow up on that. As flirtation-impaired as I sometimes am, I hope I would have figured out by now that the regret potential from letting something like that pass is enormous.
Exactly. It doesn't exactly happen very often.
I know what to say about that whole senario ... Eris is fucking with you, dude.
Damn skippy. She can keep doing it if it's going to be like this.
It was infested with a gene-spliced avian flu variant. She was an al-Qaeda operative. You are doomed, infidel.
I knew it! Everyone, back away!
Wouldn't it have been great if you picked it up and blew your nose?
*always full of charming ideas*
Yes, you are, aren't you?
...or yelled out, "Hey! Ya dropped yer snotrag!" ;)
|Date:||April 25th, 2005 08:12 pm (UTC)|| |
*Makes a note to herself to drop a snotty tissue in front of a cute guy and see if he'll retrieve it for her*
*makes another note to never ever date any person who does*
Hehe. Good luck on that :)
Now was it an actual handkerchief? Because simply carrying one of those is odd. The only ones I know that still carry those are sixtysomething Jewish men. Are you sure she wasn't a sixtysomething Jewish man? Perhaps a lawyer or a realtor? Because that would fit.
Otherwise, the most obvious thing to do it to pick it up and give it back to her saying, "I think this is yours," then you smile and go back to your seat. Unless you are interested in her in which case you make conversation asking her why she carries a handkerchief instead of tissues.
Honestly, sometimes I wonder how the human race ever managed to reproduce itself.