|
|
|
And he loves me. Yesterday, I got a nice continuation of what I talked about in my last post.
Okay, so Thursday, I came into Acting class to find the young woman from last time in class, oh, and cigarette girl was there too. We were supposed to repeat our scripts from last time, but the catch was we had to use entirely different personalities with the same lines. My professor asked all acting pairs to walk out on stage.
I felt kind of awkward and at the same time kinda cool, I was the only guy onstage paired with two girls. The two girls grinned and put their arms around mine, and all the guys in class joked about how I looked like a pimp. I would've jokingly acted the part, but I basically consider pimps subhuman buckets of slime, so I didn't.
Anyway, my professor, to whom I often referred to as Mr. Casual (he's one of those "please, call me Dave" kinda guys), saw the two girls with me and said "Oh, this won't do. You have two partners. I'll need to move one over with this new person."
I thought to myself "Dave, if you make the right choice, I will never call you Mr. Casual again." Thankfully, I wouldn't go home smelling like cigarettes, and I got paired with the beautiful young woman from last time.
Everything was a repeat of last time, except I played a more relaxed, superficial character with alterior motives. The only change was that the girl asked "Hey, right here at the end when I say 'Oh that's so sweet of you! Thanks!,' would it be okay with I came over and hugged you and - if it's okay with you of course - kissed your cheek? I mean I don't want to embarrass you."
I'll let you fill in the blank.
Here's how it went:
We sat on a couch together. I faked a yawn with my hands in the air and did the oh-so-cheesy flirt tactic when my arm happens to land around her shoulders.
Me: "Okay, I want you to close your eyes and hold out your hands."
Her: "What's going on? are you playing a trick on me?"
Me: "No no no. I... *ahem* Have a gift for you but I didn't have the time to wrap it."
Her: "Really? A present for me? What is it?"
*She scooches closer*
Me: "Well so much for suspense."
*I hand her a necklace*
Her: "A necklace? Oh Bob, that's so sweet of you! Here let me put it on."
*She puts the necklace on. I stare at the necklace as if I know I'm about to score*
Me: "Heh heh, it looks just like I thought it would."
Her: "It's so beautiful."
*I bring my face closer to hers*
Me: "Well the thing is, you're really special to me and I just, wanted you to know."
Her: "THANK YOU SO MUCH"
She then just about leaps into my arms and kisses my cheek, and the other classmates start clapping and cheering. It couldn't have gone better.
The real compliment in all of this was that this young woman, who is just so self-conscious and judgemental of men, was so comfortable around me. She even told me so when she mentioned the whole hugging and kissing thing (which you've probably gathered about now). TYhe day went so well, I mean sooo well, until I saw her outside the theater. She just lit up a cigarette. I don't know what it is about cigarretes that makes people think it's worth risking your health to look cool only to a very small group of people, but it made her look so much less attractive. A girl I would have rated a ten looks like a five or a four when she's lighting up a cigarette, trying to quench an unhealthy addiction.
The whole day still rocked. Oh, and anything bad I ever said about college, I take it back. God read his suggestion box and made some drastic changes. College. Freaking. Rules.
BobbyBogart · Sat Feb 25, 2006 @ 02:05am · 1 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|