I'm 22 years old I don't normally post field reports. I don't find it necessary on my part. I don't like posting anything that isn't UNIQUE plus once I get a number-close its an adrenaline rush to number close more. But today I remembered something funny that happened to me, I bumped into an old Classmate of mine from my peaked AFC Highschool days. This is what I can remember happened.
LONG ASS POST WARNING!!!
Me:(Walking down the college stairs speaking with a female Classmate about some work, I spot an old classmate coming up the stairs opposite of me, and she didn't spot me yet). (I completely forgot her name, but I remember her body
) Hey HIGHSCHOOL (I didn't remember her name so I yelled out our highschool name
).
Her: Ohhh (My name, MAJOR IOI because I would never be able to remember a person's name not even in 6 months )
You go to this college?
Me: No i'm just wearing a school bag looking for some females to speak to and fit in, yes silly I am in my second year now 2nd semester.
Her:Oh thats great for you, I am in first year. I had to repeat over again.
Me:Huh what do you mean we are suppose to be in the same year by now.
Her: Ohhh I was just being stupid, going out too much, partying.
Me: Ahhh thats a little too much personal information for me silly, If I had tissues I'd give it to you, nah mean.
Her: You are so silly shut up, I'm proud for you.
Me:Shut up why are we talking about something so boring? Walk with your head up sheesh, you look so confident.
Her:What the fuck lol, I was walking looking down on the stairs because last time I walked up here I slipped and hurt myself.
Me:
(I broke out laughing, and then I told my classmate that was with me that I'd meet her in the library she could leave)
Her:You are so mean (My name).
Me:I always knew your big booty would be the death of you someday.
Her:Anyways!!!
Me:I got to bounce, but it was funny seeing you again.
Her:Wait do you got MSN?
Me:Ya I do, (she takes out a notebook, and write its down). Hey hold on for a second, I don't like this MSN shit, give me your #.
Her: I was going to give you that too stupid (No she wasn't, she wanted to give me her email, she was too shy and didn't want to look needy by asking me to take her phone number)
Me: (While she's writing down her phone number I say). Could you make this any harder? I mean how easy was it for me to get your number, no challenge?
Her:Your so stupid, we are just friends idiot its not like you are hitting on me.
Me: What makes you think we are even friends? Are you already trying to take control of this moment by telling me what we are? Of course we are friends, nothing more nothing less.
.
I don't know how we are going to get along, we are too similar(
This was a great time for the Mystery Method I'd pull my hair apart becuz we are too similar)
Her: (My name) Hey do you even remember my name? (This was when she was writing down her number, with her name)
Me:(Oh shit I almost fucked this up) Shut up of course I remember you, hey i'm heading out, I'll speak with you soon I got to go save lives. (I completely ignored her name, what was stupid is that I have my own technique to get a forgotten name, but I forgot to use it, so I ignored even looking stupid by ditching and running)
Her: Okay so make sure you call me okay.
Me:I thought we were friends? Don't get it twisted peace. We are friends remember that!!!
She's a Butter-Face. Her body is GREAT but the face is meh. I know I already had the comfort zone here, I don't consider this an approach I value. I don't know about you guys, but what I just wrote, is how I treat females. Its always playful. I find it funny that this girl knew my name after more than 3 years of not seeing her. Again she was already a person who I knew from Highschool. What I most benefited from this community was not "
giving a shit about what people think of you". It took me a long time, but I can now say that I don't honestly care what anybody thinks of me, and I love this feeling. Before I'd hold back on alot, but I was still known for teasing, but not so extremely. Hell whenever I think about my past, the one thing that comes to my memory are the women that I have insulted always were the ones that told me they liked me. This was just a funny moment, that I thought I should share. It was funny for me.
ONCE AGAIN I'D LIKE TO RE-ITERATE, GETTING A PHONE NUMBER DOESN'T MEAN SHIT!!!! ITS WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH IT AFTERWARDS THAT MEANS SOMETHING My DHV here was already high with her knowing my name, and I didn't know hers.