Forget the fact that I'm gay for a moment and consider that this happened without any effort, solely a side effect of my finesse and charming personality.
I stopped by my movie store today to pick up the BDs of the day. As I walked in, my bag beeped, because I had a copy of the classic doc Haxan in my bag that was purchased from a place that doesn't scan shit. I raised my hand and said "I know what did that" to all the alerted employees. I had just been shopping elsewhere and the same thing happened.
I walked up to the counter to have it demagnetized, and there was this female cashier there. Now, I;d been shopping there for two years, so we'd interacted a lot, and it was clear from previous visits we shared a lot of similar tastes, particularly when it comes to foreign films and art films. We have had a funny little repetoire for a while now.
She looked at the movie, Haxan, and asked what it was about. I said something like "It's an old silent documentary about then-current beliefs in witchcraft, the supernatural, and satanism. It has a lot of those cool old woodcuts you see with satanic stuff in them, including cool depictions of hell and all. The movie is totally awesome if you are into satan and stuff." She laughed a little and said "I'm totally into satan" (Tenacious D HBO show reference! From when they were cool!). She then asked if it was still in print, and I said it was, but it's kind of pricey, being one of the less in demand criterions. There was a little more banter (basically me trying to talk her down. I didn't want her to buy a 40 dollar movie that she might not like), and we eventually got to the point where she asked *ME* if we could check it out sometime (she knows I live like 2 blocks away). I immediately smiled, because my gayness takes a back seat to my brilliant charm and wit.
I basically said that sounded like a really cool idea, but I'd have to think of a good time because this month has been crazy at work.
So, awesomeness total. I can still bring them in, and Synbios is a flippered freak that will never even know the touch of his own hand, let alone the hand of a woman he hasn't paid good money for.
