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How did that work? [May. 17th, 2002|02:12 pm]
Kurt Onstad
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So, went and saw Episode II again last night. We went to a theater in Burbank specifically because we had been informed that it was being digitally projected there. Turns out that information was wrong. Being my father's son, I complained to the manager, and got free passes to go see the movie at any AMC theater, including the one in Santa Monica where the digital projector got moved to.

Anyways, the important part of the story takes place before and after actually seeing the movie. technomonkey and I are sitting there waiting in line, when a group of four people walks by, three guys and a girl. The girl is animatedly talking about the fact that the line of people to get in is already as long as it is. Joel and I look at each other after they walk away, and at the same time, say "Daaaaaaamn." This woman was very attractive. Joel goes and gets candy cheaply from Sav-On, and while he's gone, this attractive woman comes back, to ask those of us at the front of the line how early we had gotten there (in case you're curious, the guy in the very front had been there since 5:45pm for the 11:45pm show). We all told her, and got into a very long conversation. Six or seven guys, surrounding one very attractive, outgoing, funny and dynamic girl.

I, of course, was being my own usual obviously flirtatious self. Joel came back not too long after she came back to talk to us, and was definitely helpful in that. At one point, I offered to stalk her. (Trust me, it came out of the conversation...It made sense at the time.) All I needed was her email address. Conversation continues...I made it very obvious that I was attracted to her. Eventually, Joel and I invite her to actually join us in line, so she can get better seats for her friends (who she had abandoned way back near the end of the line...). She sits in the row behind us. We watch the movie, and a good time is had by all.

After the movie's over, she leans over in between Joel and myself, and turns her head to face me. She says, "If you want to email me and talk, my email address is..." and tells me her email address. I say, "Yeah," or something witty like that, and she and her friends take off. I turn to Joel and say "Wow." His response, "Yeah. That was more impressive than anything we saw in the movie." (And let me tell you, you see some really impressive things in the movie.)

The thing that strikes me as the most bizarre is that I was doing exactly what I've done in the past, and have been laughed at for. As I've said in the past, I enjoy the over-the-top flirting I do, but I've come to understand that it doesn't work, ever. Until now. Weird...

Kurt
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[User Picture]From: technomonkey
2002-05-17 04:07 pm (UTC)

Was I really helping?

To be honest, I wasn't thinking of what I was doing as "helping." I was more......well, flirting more than I usually do and blaming you for it. Things like "Well, if you need help with that, Kurt here would be more than happy to...." stemmed more from realizing that the boundaries I was working under were much closer to yours than mine.... Kind of a "Roxeanne" deal, but very very different in the details.....
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[User Picture]From: speedball
2002-05-17 04:14 pm (UTC)

Yeah, you were...

For instance, the exchange between you and I that led to us finding out her name...Yes, you were flirting too, but it was in a way that helped both of us. We make an interesting team in that way.

But, we're not going there.

Kurt
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[User Picture]From: technomonkey
2002-05-17 04:46 pm (UTC)

Huh. Guess that makes sense.

That particular example was just funny, though. For those who weren't there, Kurt was trying so hard to hint without asking, and she was so involved in the conversation on the other side of the circle that she didn't notice, so I just blurted out at the top of my lungs about thirty seconds worth of stuff like "You know you really ought to be less subtle aboutasking for her NAME. I mean, she's all the way on the other side of the group and not even paying any attention to us, so if you want to ask her NAME you'll probably have to be really loud and interrupt them to get her attention so that then you can ask her NAME." I said it directly to Kurt, but loud enough that it was really obvious that it was aimed at her. Got the desired effect. It was quite fun.

And you're right. We're not going there....
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[User Picture]From: self
2002-05-17 11:10 pm (UTC)

ghost town

It might not be such a bad place if more people went there occasionally.
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