Sunday, July 30, 2006

Who does that?

For those of you that don't know, the soccer store that I currently work at was also my place of employment from 2000-2003.

Now there's this girl that came into the shop, ohhhh lets say about a month ago. Now she used to come in a lot back when I worked at the shop before, but she was just a little to young to hit on if you get what I mean. So when I see her come in, I'm to shocked to take advantage of the situation. She leaves, and as always with women, I'm left felling like a moron.

I head up to this soccer tournament that is going on in Park City to watch a bunch of people I know play, and as I am heading to my car from the main fields to where my friends are playing I run into a guy that plays for a team that my team plays against all the time. Apparently his team is gonna be short players for their game that moring, and he want's me to play. With a few moments of consideration, I decide that playing soccer is much better than watching it. Besides, I had all the gear in the back of the car, it may as well not go to waste.

Well, after the game guess who's playing next? Yeah, the girl. She comes over and says hi real quick before she plays, and at this point I'm wondering how my luck can possibly be this good. I hang around and we talk after the game, and I even end up meeting her mom, who happens to be there watching. You would think at this point I would do something manly and ask her out, yeah who are you kiddin? I don't know if I was being a puss, or the thought didn't even cross my mind, but for the second time running I didn't do anything. Damn

Well I got to thinking the next day, and a half brained plot was formed. After having run it across a few of my good friends I decide that the plan shall be implememnted. What is the plan you may ask? I'll lay it out for you, and I'll explain my reasoning after.

I know her name obviously, and I also happen to know where she works. I decide to send her a package at work. In this package is a phone and a note. The note said the following: "I didn't ask you out the other day or get your number, I'd like to fix that. Call the number on the included phone."

Now you may be saying that I'm just being a wuss, and that I should have just gone down there or perhaps called. I personally beg to differ. I don't have the time to just go over there, if you'll remember I work more or less all the time. And just calling her seemed rather bland. I as always decided on the more "interresting" route.

Did it work? Was it a miserable failure? I'll let you be the judge of that. This was her response: "Hi Erich :) im at work or id call. this is the most creative thing a guys done for me! unfortunatly im in a rel. ur a great guy tho and id love to get to know u." I like to call it the most succesful failure ever.

1 Comments:

Blogger yellowgirl said...

i dont think thats wussing out. i think it takes more balls to do something creative like that!

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