i'm curious how long you guys wait before you call a woman you met. assuming you just met casually and talked for about 15-20 minutes, how long would you wait? oh, and assume that she is: 1) single 2) pretty stable 3) the absolutely baddest creature you've ever seen i ask, because yesterday, for the first time in my life i did three things: a) chase after a woman (literally...in my car...she was walking down the rainy street in a tight top and sun skirt) b) was absolutely stunned (speechless at times & verbal diarrhea at other times) by how beautiful she was c) asked her for her phone number. usually, i give a woman my #. i don't even ask for their #. that way, if they're interested, they can call me and i don't have to play cat and mouse. just wondering what's you guys' standard waiting procedure...
2 days. Don't wait too long or she will forget about you or think you aren't interested! Some other guy may get her #. Also, make sure she didn't change the last digit...
Depends on the time of day I got it. If it was early then I'll call later that night to make sure it wasn't fake. Too late and I'll call within 24 hours. Not a fan at all of dating "rules." If ya click, you click.
i'm not really big on rules either, but i don't want to come off as a damn stalker! it was 12:45 in the afternoon. she made a point of telling me it was her cell #, since she's never at home. so i doubt it's the wrong #. she did mentioned being invited to go to houston this weekend, but turning it down due to prior commitments. i asked her if she wanted to hang out on saturday afternoon @ this get together my friends are having. she said yeah, she'd like to, and to give her a call....as long as my friends wouldn't trip on her. apparently, she dated an older man before and his friends gave them hell over it. may/december relationship, ya know...
Seriously, tell us exactly what happened! Did you tell her you saw her walking down the street in your car, or what!?!
RM95, ok, i know this sounds fairytale-ish, but it's just the way that it happened: usually, i leave work for lunch at 12:30pm on the dot. yesterday, though, i got tied up doing some stuff and couldn't get out until around 12:50. even though my lunch is over at 1:30, i didn't care, since i was just going around the corner to the burger king. it's raining. not a downpour, but a slow, steady light soaking. enough to make the road slick, ya know. well, as i'm making the turnaround under the freeway, i see this plaid sunskirt walking down the street, heading away from me. the first thing i thought was, "oh my god. she has a booty like vida guerra." dead serious. but i was hungry, so i said **** it. go to burger king, then go back to the office. but, damnit, i couldn't get that image out of my head. so i cut across some side streets until i hit the street she was walking down. as i drive up the street, i see her coming, heading towards my car. i was absolutely speechless. girl is phenomenal. i don't mean fine. i mean f*cking phenomenal. well, i started to roll down the passenger window and ask if she needed a ride, then i realized that the damn window motor on the passenger's window was out! opportunity missed, damnit!! so i went to the burger king drivethru. well, after i got my food (at least that's what they call it), i told myself, "hey...you gotta try one more time. if you don't you will kick yourself in the a** forever." so i drove down the same street, heading the direction she was walking. no luck. circled around again. no luck. then, i figured, i tried so i'll just go back to the office. i cut across the Jim's parking lot to get to the main street and, lo and behold, she sitting at the freakin' bus stop by herself...three feet away from me!! so i blew the horn. of course, she didn't turn around. then i let down my window and started to holla at her. turns out she was heading downtown. i ended up giving her a ride downtown (taking the long way...of course) we had a pretty good convo. she's single, has no boyfriend, nothing. i don't know what she does for a living (didn't ask), but she makes enough to support herself and to help take care of her parents. quite admirable, if you ask me...especially at 20 years old. she thought i was about 23 or 24 (flattery will get you everywhere, girl!). i told her some of my friends from my pool team were having a get together this saturday and asked if she'd like to go. she said yea, and eventually gave me her cell #. within that 15 minute conversation, i went from speechlessness to verbal diarrhea more times than i care to count. but the hardest thing (well, second hardest ), was not looking down at her thighs and calves that were glistening from the rain. i try to be respectful of women, but damnit they do make it hard.... ...i can't help but wonder, about the odds of this happening. pretty slim, if you ask me. chase an absolutely, ridiculously beautiful girl down, give up, run across her, she agrees to get in the car with a complete stranger, have a good convo, then get the #.
If I was in this situation, and I was staring at a girl and started driving after her, I'd probably hit her and get her stuck in my windshield. Seriously, I want to know how he did it too. EDIT- Thanks for the story, Verse. You have some cojones.
When I was still on the scene, ruining the **** of male competitors for miles around, I had a more draconian rule. I would not ask for or give a phone number until the 2nd chance encounter. I know that's tough, but if you get and give two good initial impressions, you are so money. Walking everywhere helps your chances of the repeated encounter. Stalking also.
Get a picture! I'd call pretty quick but not act too needy. Make it a joke like you were just calling to see if it was a bogus number and then laugh about it. Then say I really just called to give you some specifics about when I'd would like to pick you up and where we'll be going. That will put her at ease and let her know what to wear (this is very important to girls). Also, it will put your number on her cell phone memory in case she needs to call you back. Good Luck
Mr. Clutch, if only you knew me, personally, you'd understand how rare this is. i'm reaaaaaaaal stubborn when it comes to women. and i absolutely refuse to chase after a woman. refuse to. not physically, not emotionally, not at all. but, damnit, i just could not live with the thought of not trying to talk to this woman, even at the risk of utter and complete embarassment. i did not, and do not, care at all. good lord, almighty! of course, she could be a knife wielding psychotic ex-con, but hey all is gold right now!
verse, how far away were you when you initially saw her and decided to run her dow-- I mean, pursue her? This may be something kind of, well, special, if you don't find yourself doing this all the time. Chemistry can happen at long range. Seems like the rain would have messed with the pheromones though.
If you refuse to chase after a woman first, I'd have to question your hormonal balance. Second I would guess you don't get laid much. Or third I would guess you have some kind of narcisim complex like a weight lifter or something. Dude that's the way it's been for a million years. We chase because we want sex. They run because they will have to live with the baby for 18 years. We may be medically able to avert the long term circumstances but we are still hard-wired that way.
B-Bob, a good 20-30 yards away. Gene Peterson, "If you refuse to chase after a woman first, I'd have to question your hormonal balance. Second I would guess you don't get laid much. Or third I would guess you have some kind of narcisim complex like a weight lifter or something. Dude that's the way it's been for a million years. We chase because we want sex. They run because they will have to live with the baby for 18 years. We may be medically able to avert the long term circumstances but we are still hard-wired that way." 1) no hormonal balance problems here. 2) i've done pretty well in my life (relatively speaking) 3) not narcissistic, either. at the risk of sounding conceited, i'll explain: i'm a really, really nice guy. really. the kind of person that, if at a party or bar or club or whatever, people tend to want to talk to....both male and female. they're not necessarily trying to hit on me, though. they just like to talk to me. and i like to talk to them. in due time, women and i will get real "comfortable" with each other, if you know what i mean. also, because of this, i tend to get "hooked up" a lot with married women's friends. oh, and being a good looking guy doesn't hurt. in fact, it helps to conceil a lot of things i'd rather not let on to....but that's a different topic altogether.... as for women/men relations, you are 100% correct. it's been that way since the beginning of civilization. maybe even before then. but i just don't like chasing a woman down. it makes me feel unbalanced....as if i am not worthy of being with her, so i'm asking her to do me the favor of talking to me. grace me with your prescence oh fine, chaste and heavenly goddess.... i'm much happier with mutual admiration. she doesn't have to run me down....just give me a small hint that you're interested. i'll do the rest, if she cares for me to do so.
Gene Peterson, in this case, though, i didn't care. and still don't. i decided i'd gladly "play the fool". gladly. what i couldn't live with is "what if". like i said before, i have never in ~30 years done that. yesterday, i discovered a new feeling...
At least two days for that first phone call! I always waited around four or five to make the call, because I didn't want the woman to think that I was desperate or needy, which calling in under two days says about you.
You talking to me? Or verse? Or in general? 1st: Maybe. I wasn't interested in joining a frat, for instance. 2nd: Wrong guess. Completely. 3rd: Maybe. Not a weight-lifter or mirror-huffer though. I did not live by my ideal rule, though I still think it's a cool one. There were cases where I would do the million-of-years-in-the-making panting thing, even (e.g. true story) following a woman onto an elevator. Her: "What floor?" B-Bob: "Your floor. I just wanted to meet you." That felt lame, and it could have been scary, or I could have been kicked in the crotch, but it worked. She was one cool dame as it turned out.
And we know AntiSonic scores with the ladies. Cool story Verse, If it doesn't work out, at least you are walking on top of the world today.
