Earlier this week I walking from my car to a park where my young-adult sports league was playing. Waiting to cross the street with me were two young women, one carrying a box of beer and the other a bag and a comforter.
I hadn’t even made eye contact when the latter said to me, “are you any good at carrying blankets?”
Of all the things I’ve been asked, that’s not one of them. “I can’t say I’ve been trained for it, no.”
“Can you help me carry this?”
I’m a charitable guy but I certainly wasn’t interested in helping an able-bodied person set up a picnic I wasn’t invited to; nonetheless I recalled Athol Kay’s post on getting something out of being a white knight.
I gazed longingly at the box of beer and said slyly, “what’s in it for me?”
She replied plainly “never mind” and they walked across the street.
The exchange befuddled me. Given the way it turned out it certainly wasn’t an IOI. Maybe she’s the type who is accustomed to random men doing things for her when she smiles and asks nicely. Reminds me of a story that went around my college. A student batted her eyelashes at the professor and cooed, “I’ll do ANYTHING for an A!” The professor looked her straight in the eye and said, “…study.”
Also this week I went to get my morning coffee. In line I noticed a young woman wearing gear from a sports team in a city I used to live in. I happened to be wearing a tshirt of said team, so I made eye contact with her and with a cocky smile pointed at my shirt. She laughed and gave me a thumbs-up.
Lo and behold, she was still at the milk-and-cream station when I was done paying, so I sidled up under the pretext of grabbing a napkin and asked her if she was from up there or just liked the team. She told me she’d just moved into town, which communicated my tshirt had built instant rapport and comfort. We talked for a block until she dashed into her apartment building; I didn’t even have time to grill-close her by inviting her to my weekend cookout.
Is this some brilliant day-game pickup? Not at all. But it’s an application of Roissy’s principle that opportunity is everywhere. Who knows what fruit it might bear. If I see her again, we pick up where we left off. Maybe I see her again with a companion who is a candidate. Maybe other women noticed me with her and they’re more open to being opened next time around.
Or maybe none of that happens, and I just had a nice thirty-second chat with a pretty girl. Not everything has to be for a reason.