I was with Peter Moo and Juni at Dome Cafe earlier for dinner, and a pair of ladies sitting at the opposite table caught my eyes. They’ve been waiting there even before we came in. They’re sitting at a table for four .. must be expecting some company.
Of course, all this time I wasn’t gawking at them la, ya .. but .. on and off .. I peeked. The lady on the left looks mighty familliar. MIGHTY familliar! I dared Moo and Juni to dare me to walk over to the table and ask her the mighty ..
.. pickup line.
“Hi, you look mighty familliar. Where have I seen you before?“
Of course, I genuinely do think that I’ve met her before. Or .. maybe it’s just the familliarity of the pretty face. Mature haircut, poised movements, graceful smile.
Whoops. The party arrives. A lady with a prehistoric blouse and black pants comes with her aunty leather handbag sits down with her back facing me. Then, another lady .. joins them. The lady on the right, stands up and models her green blouse and white skirt for them and asks for their opinion. Then it dawned upon me.
The girl party. Womens’ Night Out. Girl Power.
I chicken out. Never walk up to a table full of women. The concentration of power is exponential when they gather together. Compounding, mighty, whatever-you-might-call-it.
Don’t mess. Don’t mess …
David[hmm]
cant believe you chicken out.
Eh, don’t mess with girl power, kay .. There is a higher potential to be wasted by a bunch of women than with one woman ..
Let’s see you do it, DeMing ..
David[haha]
lol… I fully understand your feeling and situation.
I will nv dare to walk up to a grp of ppls of more than 3 too, regardless of gals or boys… especially to.. hm.. even start a pick up line…
gosh, I can feel the pressure and sweat in that kinda situation…
U’ve made a right decision I guess lol