Missed Opportunities
 

I'm at the local bookstore today in Harvard Square, graduation going on, so while it's normally impossible to park, now it's doubly so. But God was smiling on me and I got a fairly decent spot after 40 minutes of driving around. the garages were full.

I'm at the cash register at the bookstore and there's an extremely cute, funky, geeky, dark, comic book girl in front of me. Sort of a midwestern goth girl next door minus all the black. HOT! She's buying Battlestar Galactica comic books. the store owner is chatting up the graduation, pleasant small talk with her, I add my bit about parking and get off a few witty lines, having her laughing. She pays and says goodbye with a little tilt of her head and walks out.

I'm shoving my cash at the guy trying to pay as fast as possible so I can get outside and talk with her some more. He fumbles with some change, drops it, can't find it, so by the time I get out, she's GONE. I walked around for 20 minutes and she was gone. :(


any good stories out there?

Way way too many to list, but now happily married. At least I got it right when it counted!

Re: Missed Opportunities
 

Not to be a critic, but drop the merchandise or leave the change!!!:)

Re: Missed Opportunities
 

Sounds like she may go there frequently. So get to know the store owner yourself and drop an inquiry. If the store owner likes you, he'll mention it to her. If she's open, she'll give the blessing and who knows....

then you can add "stalker" to your resume

I had all kinds of missed opportunities. Fortunately for me, my fiancee decided one day that she wasn't going to have another one for herself, so she sent me a beer. :)

BB.

I thought about that, thanks. I'm going to go back tomorrow. Just hope she wasn't buying the comic books for her slacker bf.

Seahawk, yeah, that would have been the smart thing to do, so many times I wish that I were.

I am so entirely DENSE, except in matter of politics of course. Truly, Websters wanted my picture to help illustrate the term "naive."

For example, I was once buying a half-rack of beer at a supermarket. The young lady at the register carded the fellow in front of me so, when I was up next, I asked her if she would like to see my ID. She said "not unless it has your phone number on it."

I was driving in my car when I figured out what happened.

But there's hope. A very good friend of mine has a new situation. She and her lover, another woman, found another love. So now it's two attractive young redheads and a slightly older brunette doing their impression of a plate of spaghetti each night. I promise to be paying attention if they ask me whether I'd like to accompany them.

Buddy of mine used to take detours through Harvard hoping to catch Natalie Portman. Grade-A stalker material.

Missed opportunities? Oh, so many. Like Supe, I was pretty dense - some pretty brazen advances went right over my head. Regrets? Nah. I'm now happily married to a girl who's way out of my league.

I'm on your squad, Shaun...I'm just happy to be off the field!

Go back and ask the cashier if he or she knows the young lady in question.

AHHHH Molly....Good Looking Tall Blond (looked a bit like Kim Novak) big Boobs, husky voice, like to wear American Indian Sterling Silver Jewerly..I had the hots for her roomate Katie, I'm sitting on the sofa when Molly comes up and bends over in front of me showing her wares (no bra)....Never before nor after had I so many opportunites than at UCSB...down by the sea shore. Bikini Heaven...everyone a blond beachbunny.

Katie was a Army Generals daughter who was taught to excell, and if she didn't she gave the appearence of of excelling. Her Brother acted like he might have been Gay and was going to Harvard. Katie latter transfered to Berkely. Katie was a good looking pseudo intellectual abit on the frumpy side in her manner and dress.

MY GOD WHAT WAS I THINKING, I should push myself down the stairs....

again?

I thought it was Mother the first time. It took me awhile to figure out I had pushed myself down the stairs.

Now U see Hillary wouldn't be willing to admit that she Pushed Herself down the stairs, she would claim it was the vast Right Wing Conspiracy that did it.

They're just one stiffy short of a party! Good luck, bone daddy. :D

Mid 70's... Susan Anton's twin... met briefly in a bar... lost her phone number. Couple years later married the best thing that ever happened to me, so things usually work out for the best.

Things go better when the lady helps. ;) I was in a convenience store once when the lady in line stepped on my foot. I was in a hurry, so when she said "Oops, sorry!" I said "No problem" without even looking around. She waited a few seconds, then she stood on my foot. That... got my attention.

Long ago I was at a party with a girl I'd been looking at for a few months. Another girl, impossibly attractive, slipped her phone # into my shirt pocket as she walked by. It didn't go unnoticed by my date. Figuring a sure thing was better than speculation, I tore up the number in front of my date in a casual (but exceedingly difficult) moment of chivalry. The date went nowhere. The beautiful girl and her number were lost forever.

There's a lesson in here somewhere.

Nice. :D

BB.

Maybe to always keep a blank slip of paper in your shirt pocket so you can rip *that one* up and keep the real number?