My Volvo wouldn't start today so I had it towed into my mechanic. Some funky thing with the Rf communication between the keys and the car. Anyways, I decided since the temperature dropped to pleasurable levels, I'd take a 30 block walk (approx. 1.5 miles) to the Starbucks nearby a friend's house, whom I'd been meaning to catch up with.
So on I footed, southward bound along the sidewalk of a busy street at around 10:30 in the a.m., and a female of about the same age (or slightly younger) walking northward asks me for a cigarette. I obliged since I already had a few rolled, and we almost continued with our initial trajectories. She starts to strike up small chat that begins with us both using our torsional abilities. It consisted mostly of us summarizing our contemporary pedestrian situations, and I had concluded mine with the mention of my destination. To this she replied, "do you want me to go there with you?"
Now, this female was clean in presentation, cute-ish in visage, and pleasant with her pleasantries. However, there was an instantaneous instinctual neuronal trigger preceding my response that imparted upon me the opinion that she was indeed a very dirty girl. My immediate response was, "well, I'm meeting a friend at Starbucks". She politely wrapped up our interlude with, "well, it was nice meeting you" as we gravitated towards our predestined paths with regained momentum.
What do you think, would a pro accompany her client to a Starbucks, or was she just street walking in the literal sense and was both inspired and compelled by my beauty? I'm typically too platonic in my interactions at the volition of my asexual disposition to invite such a tryst. Therefore, I feel I don't have the necessary experience to ascertain the context.
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