just wanted him to approach. So I did all the typical flirting "hey I'm interested" gestures. Smile. Nod. Eye contact. To no avail.
A friend suggested dropping a drink on him, then saying "Oops1x Hey buy me a new one". Another suggested Go Go dancing atop his table. A guy in our group suggested hitting him over the head with a baseball bat. Because at this point nothing was working.
Finally after much time I went up and tapped him. I (music loud) pull him into me and in his ear say, "why aren't you dancing? It's a dance club?" To which he just smiled and nodded. I then proceeded to being as cute and witty as possible, making light of the band, the other patrons, the atmosphere. He just smiled. Okay I tried. Obviously not interested.
Finally the night comes to an end and we decide to leave. I wave to him. He gestures me over. He grabs my hand and pulls me into him. (sigh. . . blink, blink). In an extremely thick accent (he not me), the following conversation took place:
HIM: "Where are you going"
ME: "Home"
HIM: "Why are you leaving?"
ME: "I'm tired."
HIM: "Why are you leaving?"
ME: "I'm tired, want to go home"
HIM: "No why are you leaving?"
ME: "Cause I'm. . . "
HIM: (slowly) "No---where---are---you---living"
ME: "Oh1x"
At this point I'm thinking. . . now you're making conversation??? So I go to leave. Out of nowhere his massive hands grab me by around the waist and pulls me into him. He pushes me up against the bar, hoists me up a bit, face to face looks at me, "give me your number I take you out". Now a bright girl would say, "bite me" and leave. . . but oh no, the sheer manliness of the event caused me to smile and say, "um, okay. . . ."
Note to male readers: the pushing you up against a wall fantasy is big with women. I don't recommend this upon the initial meeting. But, having the balls to be aggressive is attractive. However, if you are a native English speaker, I suggest you use proper grammar.
He called the next day and wanted to see me. "We go out now?" Obviously in his country game playing is not an issue. We decided on the following Friday for the date.
Cut to the actual date. Somewhere in the middle of the night I asked him why it took so long for him to ask me out. I normally would NEVER ask such a thing. I don't know if I was looking for fodder for an article or just fearless with conversation since English couldn't be his native language. Not having to worry about upholding a dialogue was a pleasant change. We only had two or three topics to discuss very s-l-o-w-l-y all night.
To my question he replied, "I didn't know you were interested". I said, "but I was talking to you. . . " "Oh, yes," he said, "I could not hear you" I knew the music was loud, but-- "I am deaf in the ear you were talking to". WHAT? All the jokes, all my cute flirtation, didn't get any of it. Due to the fact that not only does he not have a complete grasp of the English language but I was talking into his bad ear. I'm a writer, and I couldn't have created a character this good.
*sigh*.
