A NIGHT ON THE TOWN
I remember my first day in America. Actually, my first night. It was a cold winter night. It had been snowing heavily for about a week. So I had been told. I went to a piano bar down in the Village. Some students I had bumped into at college had told that that was perfect place to meet people.
Well, I was eager to sail on uncharted territory and find myself a date. There were two problems, though. I didn´t know anyone at the bar, and everyone seemed to know one another.
So I swooped down from table to table trying to strike a conversation with anyone. Some bar goers didn´t even acknowledge the fact that I was standing directly in front of them, waiting for the right moment to jump into the conversation. Others just smirked, silently telling me to go away.
There I was, sipping my wine very slowly - as I didn’t have enough cash to buy a second glass - and trying to make eye contact with my victim. As time passed, I realized that my chances of hooking up with a partner of the opposite sex were very slim. Nervously, I began to guzzle my drink. I was about to give up when I saw a beauty sitting on a stool across from the bar counter. I thought to myself: “that´s my big chance”. However I was so anxious that I didn´t know what to say. I wasn’t thinking straight. I realized she had been smoking a lot and was a little tense. So I walked up to her and uttered those wonderful magic words:” I’ve been here for nearly 10 minutes and I couldn´t help but notice that´s your third cigarette!”
She puffed and slowly moved her eyes up to meet mine. She paused for a moment and sarcastically said:” Great! You know how to count!”
Apparently, I didn´t realize the gravity of the situation as well as the stupidity of my reckless remark. So I continued.
“It´s just that I never know what to say to a beautiful woman”.
She quickly replied:’ How about good-bye?
I remember my first day in America. Actually, my first night. It was a cold winter night. It had been snowing heavily for about a week. So I had been told. I went to a piano bar down in the Village. Some students I had bumped into at college had told that that was perfect place to meet people.
Well, I was eager to sail on uncharted territory and find myself a date. There were two problems, though. I didn´t know anyone at the bar, and everyone seemed to know one another.
So I swooped down from table to table trying to strike a conversation with anyone. Some bar goers didn´t even acknowledge the fact that I was standing directly in front of them, waiting for the right moment to jump into the conversation. Others just smirked, silently telling me to go away.
There I was, sipping my wine very slowly - as I didn’t have enough cash to buy a second glass - and trying to make eye contact with my victim. As time passed, I realized that my chances of hooking up with a partner of the opposite sex were very slim. Nervously, I began to guzzle my drink. I was about to give up when I saw a beauty sitting on a stool across from the bar counter. I thought to myself: “that´s my big chance”. However I was so anxious that I didn´t know what to say. I wasn’t thinking straight. I realized she had been smoking a lot and was a little tense. So I walked up to her and uttered those wonderful magic words:” I’ve been here for nearly 10 minutes and I couldn´t help but notice that´s your third cigarette!”
She puffed and slowly moved her eyes up to meet mine. She paused for a moment and sarcastically said:” Great! You know how to count!”
Apparently, I didn´t realize the gravity of the situation as well as the stupidity of my reckless remark. So I continued.
“It´s just that I never know what to say to a beautiful woman”.
She quickly replied:’ How about good-bye?
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