Oh god.
Mega-props to all you guys at DallasPUA. I have soooooo much respect for you now it ain't even funny.
Per Mojo's suggestion I figured I'd do some people watching tonight. Not having a clue as to where the best place to go is I drove around until I found something. Ended up near the Angelika on Mockingbird. There was a nice restaurant nearby and I was hungry and the food smelled good so I figured WTH. So I'm sitting there alone at a table just watching people when I noticed a really hot guy sitting alone at a table just sipping a beer with his eyes glued to the restaurant's tv set. He seemed a decent guy, very nicely dressed and laid-back. So I'm thinking to myself, "Self, here's your chance to dust off some very rusty skills and see if you can get this guy to smile back at you. Piece of cake."
NOT.
Sooooo NOT.
I start off smiling at him when he glances around the room. Nada. He does not smile back. So I'm thinking, "Hmmm...maybe he didn't see it cause I'm not holding his gaze." Next time he glances around I smiled a bit longer. Nada...I might as well be smiling at a wall. He goes right back to gluing his eyes to the tv screen. So for the next 15 minutes I'm sitting there smiling off and on in his direction (don't want to seem too blatantly obvious ya know cause that'd scream desperation) at this guy and nothing...I mean NOTHING happens. He doesn't even bother to frown back at me. I might as well be a maniken.
So I stop for a minute and think, "Self, guys are notorious for not catching on to this sort of thing. Maybe I need to try something else". So I get up and walk to the restroom and make sure I pass right by his table and glance at him and give him a big smile. I also made sure as I approached to see if he had a wedding ring. Nope. No rings anywhere. No white band either to show he'd removed one. I smile at him on the way back to my table. Nothing. He's still sitting there with his eyes glued to the tv screen. I'm still not sure if he even notices that I'm smiling at him. That's what kills me - not knowing if he knows. If I knew he knew and was blowing me off ok..I can deal with that. It's this uncertainty that drives me nuts.
So I sit there at my table again and I'm racking my brains to think of something else to try. I remember thinking, "It sure didn't seem to be this difficult getting a guy's attention back when I was in college." Course back then I could pretty much count on most guys being single. At my age now I can never quite be sure about that. It occurred to me maybe I should just walk over and ask him a question. Hell...it's probably what Sensei (aka Mojo) might do. Unfortunately I do not have Sensei's nerves of cold steel.
So I'm sitting there holding this ridiculous debate in my head.
Does he know I'm smiling at him and just ignoring it? Maybe he thinks I'm a pest and by ignoring me he's hoping I'll go away? That's what I'd do if a guy was smiling at me like this and I had zero interest in him. OTH I keep hearing how guys are oblivious to a lot of stuff that seems blatantly obvious to women. Maybe he honestly has no freakin' clue I'm smiling at him because I liked to meet him. Maybe he just thinks I do that with everybody I see? Hell..maybe he isn't even aware I'm smiling at him. I mean...he IS focusing intently on that damn tv. God..I got a 50/50 chance he's aware and is ignoring me or he truly has no clue and might actually say hi back if I walked over and said hi to him.
And suddenly it hits me.
"Holy shit. Is this what guys go through?"
And I start cracking up.
OMG. IT IS!
I feel like getting on my knees and shouting, "Hosannah, Hosannah! Praise the Glorious Heavens I'm a woman! I don't have to walk over to meet anyone unless I just damn well want to! God Almighty praise the Heavens I'm not a guy!"
Not soon after he gets up, pays the tab and leaves. The show he was watching so intently was over. And I just sit there laughing to myself. And I get up, pay my tab and leave.
I'm still laughing.
OMG.
Mega-props to any guy who has the nerve to walk over unbidden, uncalled, unnoticed, unknown and still you manage to win over a new friend or lover.
And most of all
Domo arigato gozaimasu, Sensei
*bows to Honorable Teacher*
The First Lesson hit Home.

