Sad to say that I haven’t had many memorable dating approaches beyond the boringly common, “Hey, can I get your number?” A drunk guy once told me my face looked like a strawberry, which I’m sure seemed like a winning compliment to his alcohol-addled brain. And then there’s the time someone signaled for my number from the next lane over on the freeway. Both of these instances are somewhat funny/creepy, but neither qualifies as a great story.
For that, I turn to my dear friend, Devita (not her real name), who has one of the best dating approach stories I’ve ever heard. A few years ago, she was lounging in Washington Square Park on an uncharacteristically sunny San Francisco day, reading Pride and Prejudice and half-watching a group of cute hipsters play Frisbee nearby. Suddenly, she heard “Look out!” seconds before a hipster foot collided with her head, knocking her sunglasses onto the grass. After making her dismay clear (“What … the FUCK?!” she screamed), the offending hipster apologized profusely. One of his friends came up afterward and offered to take down Devita’s information and give it to the kicker, just in case she needed medical attention.
Later that night, Devita got a voicemail from Hipster Kicker, asking if she felt okay. She ignored it, but got a text one week later asking the same thing. They began text chatting, which then led to a coffee date invitation! Devita, correctly assuming this was way too weird to pass up, went on the date. Alas, he wasn’t as cute as her dizzy memory suggested, and there were no romantic sparks or future dates. Yet she got occasional “What’s up?” texts up to two years later, even after she’d mentioned her live-in boyfriend. Somebody needs to kick some sense into that guy.
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