Maybe you can relate to the experience that happened to me – when you see a girl so hot it’s like she’s from a parallel universe. You go into a trance, all else disappears, and reality is nothing but the girl.
Well, I saw one these trance-inducing girls while driving in South Beach the other day.
This one particular chick… I won’t even try to describe her. I’ll just take a line from the song ‘Pull Over’ by Trina to say everything that needs to be said… “Number Ten in the face, slim in the waist, fat in the ass, do you want a taste?”
She was walking on the sidewalk at a fast clip. This was no little sun burnt Spring Break girl. This woman was a TEN. I mean everything you could imagine. She had it. She had it going ON.
What was one moment a method of transportation instantaneously became a freaking CAGE. I had to get out of the freakin’ car.
So I did what I had to do… I jumped out of my car.
No, I literally JUMPED out of my car.
And how is such a feat accomplished, you might ask? Well, I’ll tell you…
Ten seconds passed as my brain registered what it just saw. I snap out of my trance enough to pull a hair-raising U-turn. But precious moments have passed.
I don’t see her anymore… fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
I need to get on foot. But parking is TIGHT.
I make a quick decision and turn down a side street to find parking, anything.
Amazingly, I find a parallel parking meter. I just squeeze in – awesome
– but more precious time is lost.
Now I literally have no idea where this chick is, but I jump out of the car. I’ll pay the meter (OR the ticket) later!
Leap of Faith
Here I was simply working within the limitations of the circumstances. Get out of the car NOW or lose the opportunity. This pickup would be one of extreme action or it wouldn’t be a pickup at all. There was no in between.
I walked quickly, spicing my pace with some jogging in the direction of a hair salon – where I guessed she was headed. I look through the window but she’s not there.
I go by a few more stores. Not there. I go down the street and circle the block. No luck at all. She must be blocks away, turned a corner, or went into some other store… or vanished into the mythical Alternate-Universe for Smoking Hot Chicks.
Damn. I even had the perfect opener for this one.
Man, I felt like a real dork.
When I got back to my car I discovered that it wasn’t in a parking space at all… I was blocking a driveway! Luckily during my 10-minute absence no one seemed to notice.
Although I didn’t meet the girl in this case, this story illustrates the principle of PERSISTENCE – that you have to take action and go for what you want, and don’t give up on the first sign of resistance.