The Third Eye
She laughs at you.
"No, seriously." You say.
She thinks about it for a minute then smiles. "Sure, I'll buy this time. But you are buying next time."
Sweet.
"Come on, I know a realy great place" She leads you to a shady looking joint with some of the best food you have ever eaten in your life. The two of you share an enjoyable conversation and you find that you genuinley like her. This is actualy very profound. Normaly you like a girl until you read her thoughts. Usualy seeing what lies benieth the exterior shell leaves you with a negative impression of the person. Almost always, in fact. But with Becky it seems different. You're not finding an ugly mark on her save for her affinity for Will Smith movies. You point out that Will Smith's acting career should have ended at The Prince of Belaire, and she just laughs. You tell her that Will Smith is a punk for ditching his boy Jazzy Jeff for the spotlight, leaving poor jazz to do welfare parties and pep-rallies. She just laughs again and tells you that she doesn't care what he's like off the screen, she likes the roles he plays. She thinks he's a talented actor. You laugh at that assesment. Perhaps she's a poor judge for talent. But that's the only ugly spot you can find.
You end the date and you give her your number. The two of you make plans to meet up at The Crowded House tonight, a classy club that usualy has a good live band playing. As you start walking home you realise that you're going to start coming up with some serious cash if you're taking her out tonight.
How are you going to go about that?
"No, seriously." You say.
She thinks about it for a minute then smiles. "Sure, I'll buy this time. But you are buying next time."
Sweet.
"Come on, I know a realy great place" She leads you to a shady looking joint with some of the best food you have ever eaten in your life. The two of you share an enjoyable conversation and you find that you genuinley like her. This is actualy very profound. Normaly you like a girl until you read her thoughts. Usualy seeing what lies benieth the exterior shell leaves you with a negative impression of the person. Almost always, in fact. But with Becky it seems different. You're not finding an ugly mark on her save for her affinity for Will Smith movies. You point out that Will Smith's acting career should have ended at The Prince of Belaire, and she just laughs. You tell her that Will Smith is a punk for ditching his boy Jazzy Jeff for the spotlight, leaving poor jazz to do welfare parties and pep-rallies. She just laughs again and tells you that she doesn't care what he's like off the screen, she likes the roles he plays. She thinks he's a talented actor. You laugh at that assesment. Perhaps she's a poor judge for talent. But that's the only ugly spot you can find.
You end the date and you give her your number. The two of you make plans to meet up at The Crowded House tonight, a classy club that usualy has a good live band playing. As you start walking home you realise that you're going to start coming up with some serious cash if you're taking her out tonight.
How are you going to go about that?