Okay I'll do two stories, since they're both shorter than the last two.
1. Gift Shop Girl
This was about 3 to 4 years ago. I am diabetic, as I might have metnioned like once, and I've had some bad run ins with it. This story begins on a labor day weekend, when theres a local annual event here called the Jazz Jubilee. The morning of this event I had quite an attack, and would have been out of it if my family hadn't barged in to check on me. Regardless, I recover and still decide to go to oldtown/downtown for the Jazz Jubilee. I am also feeling a little bit invigored for being alive after an attack. so my personality is a little off. Anyways, Jazz Jubilee is a fustercluck tourist trap and quite busy. I'm hopping around downtown, happy to be alive and at one point I actually buy a sword from a novetly shop and carry it around with me, just because I feel badass for some reason. Eventually we end up in a very classic local gift shop, full of California souverneirs and home made fudge. At this store is a cute girl, thin but not like wire thin, just good thin, with cute face, good body, etc etc. She was attractive and my kind of attractive. LIke starbuck chick cute. She's manning the fudge and keeps offering me free fudge and smiles. I don't get it at first, because I'm still al ittle off from this morning. By the time I get home I think "wait was she flirting?"
Later, about a couple weeks later, my workmates meet up on a friday night after work for dinner and bar hopping at the same oldtown part of downtown. I get there before the rest, so I decide to check out that gift shop again. The girl is there again. She's wearing pigtails. For some thats maybe nothing, but for me that is a sign. I have ze pigtail fetish and a girl wearing pigtails to me is a sign. She offers me fudge again, and the smiles and flirtacious nature. I buy some fudge off of her, but head back to the bar to meet my workmates. I tell them of the girl, they say GO FOR IT DUDE. So I have a couple pitchers of liquid courage and go back... just to muster up enough gusto... to only ask her name. Which I now forget. But I tell her I love her hair and she compliments me back for something and mentions remembering me from a couple weeks ago and yada. But I'm shy, so I retreat back to the cajun restaraunt where my workmates are waiting.
But I'm also determined, yet shy. so I go back the next day. She's working. I talk to her, get to know her, she's still flirty. I ask how late she's working and then I ask if she wants to go out to a movie after work and she says...
"I don't think my boyfriend would like that."
"oh"
"But you're so adorable and cute, I wish I could."
Now let me speak for all men. DO NOT FUCKING CALL ME ADORABLE. Oh god, that is the motherfuckin kiss of death. Adorable and "just like a brother" is nosexville. Plus the bf is a killer, too. So I realize she's flirting just because I'm some teddy bear to her and thats the end of her.
2. Stephanie
I'm taking this french class, I'm decent at it because I took it in highschool. It's been awhile so I need a refresher. There's a lot of girls in French classes. This I always knew. One night, at a local hangout called the Truelove Cafe, after I had been stood up by friends (ANGRYFIST) I run into one of the girls from French class. She's a full bodied redheaded gal. By full bodied I don't mean fat, but mor elike.. classic pinup girl full bodied. If that makes sense. Anyways she spots me, initiates conversation and I eventually realize why I know her. This begins our itneractions. It continues in class, where she becomes more and more friendly to me. She starts to show regularly, which her friends tease her about and then look at me slyly. She occassionally dresses... revealingly. She did have the T&A going on. She starts finding me out of class. This is going interestingly enough, but I'm slow, cautious and careful when it comes to girls. One day, the prof, being a french prof, announces its my birthday and has us sing happy birthday in french. She, Stephanie that is, pulls me aside after class or whatever, she hails me down and says "So you're really that old?" and I'm like yeah, all of 24, old man, yada yada, here check out my driver's license. So I hand over my license, with my birthdate showing I really am that old and she hands over her license in exchange. Usual crappy photo on it, license looks a bit different, a bit newer, and I'm like "Whens your birthday coming up?" and she's like check! So I look down, then I look back up, then Look down again. I count in my head to make sure. Then I say "So... you're 17?"
And that's the end of Stephanie.