When I do.
The scene: I'm walking back from class. Hoodie is on in full force because it's cold. Books are heavy and cumbersome. I'm feeling pretty meh, and sure that 's bleeding into my outer aspect.
As I cross the street, I catch sight of this guy on the other side, spinning a binder on one finger, like you (maybe you; I know I couldn't) might do with a basketball. He's really really good. I know it's a silly thing to be impressed by, but he's good enough that spinning a binder becomes an impressive act. He catches my eye, and holds it.
As I reach the other side, he approaches, and says something – exact wording lost to history – about how I look so shy with my hood up around my face. At that point the meh-ness of a day suddenly becomes a thing to be railed against. With a quick motion, I toss back the hood and reveal my shorn head in an “oh really now?” gesture. I might have actually said “oh really now?” The chin comes up.
Now, I'm no good at writing dialogue. Amy, if I keep up this dating nonsense I'm gon' have to borrow a few pages from your book. But...he flirts with me. Compliments my hair. Asks what I do and is sufficiently impressed. And...I flirt back. I smile. I laugh at his jokes. We talk about where we both are from, and about beer (he lived in Wisconsin, I work in a brewery), and various other things that are lost in the giddy memory of smiling at someone who obviously found me attractive enough to smile at first.
So I have to give the caveat that he was canvassing for Greenpeace. And I signed up for it. But I'm pretty sure that if there's a minimum amount of conversation that they're required to make, he way surpassed it. And...this is particularly evidenced by the fact that when I had to leave, he folded me an origami whale (AN ORIGAMI WHALE) and wrote his number on it.
So, to recap:
- Greenpeace rep
- Tall, blond, fit
- Good at conversation
- Likes good beer
- Origami whale
- ORIGAMI WHALE
Spoiler: I called him.