Day 12 (11/17/09): Track 12

Age: 27

Hair: Black with Red Streaks

Height: 5′6

Method: The Chair Line

Advancement: Always leaving them wanting more

It’s funny that I’m in the same exact spot I was a little over 18 hours a coffee shop doing some writing. Only last night, I was unaware of it being open-mic night. Instead of the local beer that is occasionally on tap, I’m drinking a coffee that I have put very little sugar in and a douchey professional is on the other end of my four person table. It’s like returning to the scene of the crime.

I was unsuccessfully attempting to do some work when a long strand of teenagers warbling tone-deaf versions of Katy Perry, Oasis, Ryan Adams, Bright Eyes or any other song you’ve probably heard while confined in karaoke or open-mic night.  Eventually, this cute little hipster girl comes up to me and asks if she can borrow my chair. And a lightbulb goes off.

Now the chair line was introduced to me by one of my best friends. And how it works is like this. A pretty girl comes up to you and she asks “Hey are you using this chair”, you reply with some variation of, “Oh no, I’m sorry you can’t have this one, I’m attached to it, but you can have that one”…Sadly this works every single time. I never understood why it worked for him, but this project is about doing things I wouldn’t normally do. So I use the line.  And, like always, it elicits a giggle and a half-smile.  Works every single time fellas.

So I sit there and I keep attempting to write in vain, since I constantly steal glances at this bird, only to look away when occasionally caught. I’ve you have gone to middle school you are entirely familiar with the practice.

Twenty minutes goes by and this girl steps up to the mic, and I’m intrigued enough to not even pretend to be writing anymore. I close the laptop. She’s not half bad, not amazing. When she comes over again, I tell her that she wasn’t half bad.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment”

“Well you took the chair from me, I’m still a little hurt”.

Insert another giggle and some more talking. I asked if she wanted to get some fresh air. She asked me if I had a light. I mentioned I had one in my car, we took a little walk. I give her the light and she took a puff and then started to kiss me. This proceeds for a few minutes and were going on some variation of a warm temperature and a weight that isn’t light. Then it happens.

She stops. She tells me that she should probably get back. Her friend is waiting for her, and she hopes to see me back at the coffee shop, but I kind of already gathered my stuff…and didn’t want to walk back. I just asked for her number.  I’m not sure if I should go for the encore.