November 23, 2008

My Birthday. wooh.

i had a balloon saying "Happy 18th bday" tied to my wrist, and a gigantic Badge that said "happy birthday" on me. Peacock much?

We went to Nando's (Mexican restaurant) and there was a chick that worked there, i thought she was cute, and she was at the condiment bar.


i walked over and grabbed knives and forks- she said:

HB: Happy Birthday.

Me: Oh hello. and thanks!

*walked off* i figured i dont want to be too forward. hired guns are complicated bastards. plus she was probably trained to do that.

I had to walk back to the condiment bar, i needed straws. it wasnt even a reason to talk to her, but i couldnt find it. i talked to her again:

"S'cuse me Young lady-that-works-here, do you know where i can find some straws?"

She looked over to where the straws where and smiled at me.

"Ah, that's wicked. i didnt even need to bother you for that long, you should get promoted."

She laughed.

"Thanks ehrm... " *wheels her around for her name tag* Ro...sie. ah, thanks rosie.

and i made my way back.

my mate asked for some cream salad thing. had to go back there. didnt initiate convo. it wudve gottenf reaky. she didnt see me either. i think she didnt. not sure. there were other people around.

as we were eating, she went to our table and checked for ketchup, she asked:

HB: are you still using the ketchup?

Me: no, were just casually staring at it.

She didnt hear it, and shrugged it off instead and walked away. i got well burned by my friends, didnt care. i'll n-close this hired gun. i had a few eye contacts+ smiles coming from her as i was eating. rather awkward cause i was stuffing my face with chicken wings. lol!

before we left, she was at the condiment bar again, i told her: "

You seem like an intresting person, *gets phone out*

HB: wait- wha...

Me: what?

HB: Nothing, go on.

Me: No seriously, what is it? *smiles*

HB: Nothing *Smiles* Continue.

Me: right, well i think you're an intresting person, what's your number?

HB: that's the thing.. i actually dont know my number..

(at this point i think, Shit. she's either retarded or this is just a way of rejecting me, bastard hired guns)

Me: haha... but you do msn dont you?

HB: yeah of course!

Me: right what is it? its not something embarrassing like "Lil-rosie ere 2k8" (makes gang sign) is it?

HB: haha no! but its really long and confusing.

Me: Try me.

HB: right its Rosie-blablabla shitty shitty bang bang. (Cant remember dont ask)

Me: okay, screw that, you type it in my phone.

HB: i dont know how to do it! its too long!

Me: get a pen and paper then! you work here! this is your Territory! Right you go get a pen while i do your job, go on, run along!

HB: i got to pretend like im doing work...

Me: dont worry, dont worry!

HB: i havent got one around though! why dont you write your number down on that napkin instead..

Me: you got a pen? guess not. *looks over the nearest table and asks THEM for a pen. She laughs. they laugh.

(heads over to the other HB at the till, HB 7.)

(insert random crap over here)

Me: right, i dont usually give out my number to random people that ive never met before.....

Her: *Shocked+smiley face*

Me: right here's my number, and you dont even know my name now do you? have a guess at what my name is.

Her: Hmm... Tom?

Me: do i honestly look like a tom? do you ACTUALLY believe that i look like a TOM? (this was said in a CnF manner, and she was laughing, so shut it. )

me: (showing her the napkin) right, this is my number, and what's that over there? yes, my name is Sinful (said my real name, dw) well done. anyways im gone, laters laters.

the cute waitress at the till walked past and i smoothly asked if she had pockets (cause she was carrying something) and slid the pen there.

went off afterwards.

Not too sure, she hasnt contacted me or anything. thoughts?