All this, I was seeing in my head. I kept re-playing it over and over again, making myself
feel confident and happy about it.
After seeing this play out, I broke down a few simple goals...
- Establish and strengthen as many connections with her as I could.
- Be flirty and funny.
- Mini-date her to at least three places.
- Get her back to my place.
- Escalate physical contact and make out with her.
I knew if I could hit those five simple goals, what I was visualizing would become real.
When Christie finally arrived, she was very apologetic.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “There was some concert or something going on at this place
where I got off the highway, it took forever.”
“You must have gone by the Hollywood Bowl,” I said. “That place is always crazy on a
Friday.”
“Well, I’m here now!” she said, giving me a quick hug.
“You hungry?” I asked.
Christie had a model’s body, and maybe weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. I imagine she
trained herself to live off of three bites of salad a day, but I asked the question anyway.
“I’ll have a little,” she said. “I had a bite to eat a few hours ago.”
We sat down at the table. Our waiter, a rather flirty guy who I’d been joking with while
waiting for Christy to show up, came by when he saw my date had arrived.
“Well now,” he said. “You were worth the wait.”
Christy laughed. I smiled. Damn waiter was stealing my thunder. Christie ordered an
iced tea and I got a lemonade. I was starving, but I knew if I was going to be having sex
later, eating a big meal would probably be a bad idea.
I decided just to get an appetizer and split it with Christie, who probably wasn’t going to
eat much anyway.
“It’s great to see you again,” I said. “It’s been forever.”
“I know!” said Christie. “How long has it been? A year?”
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