It’s been a gorgeous day today. I ate lunch outside and relaxed in the sun. Which was why it was quite a shock to leave work and find that it was raining. Of course I had taken my scooter to work.
So, homeward bound in the rain. Along the way I find myself waiting at a light behind a cute girl on a motorcycle. (Assumed to be cute. She was wearing a helmet, but then again she was on a motorcycle. Ergo, she was cute. Isn’t that a physical law?)
Of course I don’t say anything to her. Well I do, but she doesn’t hear me, or pretends not to. I wasn’t very forceful.
The annoying thing is that less than an hour later I’m in a similar situation but with a man on a motorcycle. No problem saying hello to him.
Face it. I just can’t talk to girls.
If I had gotten out a more forceful hello to biker babe, what would I have said next? I’m not good at small talk. The weather was a current issue, but then what. Certainly asking her for a number was way beyond me.
On another note, the run today was good. My legs felt tired fifteen minutes in, but I just ran through it, and they felt better soon enough.