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man rule #97 : do not talk to women about going to the ballet.
now, i'm not actually 'talking' to any women about this, per se, however there is high probability that women are reading or will read this, so i guess i'm breaking rule #97. but i have to, because it was just such a good time. well, probably it was one of those times where '...you just had to be there', but i'll write about it anyway.
as it happens every time, you won't be surprised to know that some of us fell in love. sometimes, one night just ain't enough, but one night will have to do, because i just don't have the cash flow. but that's not the main story anyway.
the main story (which would be much better told, live) is about this dancer from the czech republic. i can't remember her name, but she came up to me with something i like to call the 'direct pitch'. this is where the formalities are thrown out and a simple, 'voud you like a dans?' comes out.
i was in no mood (and neither was my wallet), so i told her i was fine for the moment, and so began her 'small-talk pitch'. this is the one that i hate, because it guilts you into buying a dance out of pity. it's where she gets involved in this long conversation and pretends that you and she are long lost buddies, catching up on old times. then, when you least expect it, she asks you if you want a dance. and you go, because you feel guilty if you don't.
i find out that she's originally from the czech republic and this is where the madness begins... i make the mistake of telling her that i'm going to visit her country on this europe trip. she then busts into this 20 minute speech about the history of prague and it's establishment in the european community. she tells me about all the beautiful architecture, the castles and stone buildings, and even some of the new modern areas and the great club scene. i told her that it sounded like she missed prague quite a bit, and she paused to reflect, and almost sighed. 'yes, i do... very much', she said softly.
she stared blankly, remembering fondly, memories of prague and the family and friends she left behind.
i was saddened by her demeanor. i almost felt sad that i brought it up. then she looked at me and said, 'are you sure you don't vant a dans?' she played the guilt game very well, but i still won. politely, i told her no for the second time and i finished my beer before we walked out into the cool 2:30am air and left the ballet.
now, i'm not actually 'talking' to any women about this, per se, however there is high probability that women are reading or will read this, so i guess i'm breaking rule #97. but i have to, because it was just such a good time. well, probably it was one of those times where '...you just had to be there', but i'll write about it anyway.
as it happens every time, you won't be surprised to know that some of us fell in love. sometimes, one night just ain't enough, but one night will have to do, because i just don't have the cash flow. but that's not the main story anyway.
the main story (which would be much better told, live) is about this dancer from the czech republic. i can't remember her name, but she came up to me with something i like to call the 'direct pitch'. this is where the formalities are thrown out and a simple, 'voud you like a dans?' comes out.
i was in no mood (and neither was my wallet), so i told her i was fine for the moment, and so began her 'small-talk pitch'. this is the one that i hate, because it guilts you into buying a dance out of pity. it's where she gets involved in this long conversation and pretends that you and she are long lost buddies, catching up on old times. then, when you least expect it, she asks you if you want a dance. and you go, because you feel guilty if you don't.
i find out that she's originally from the czech republic and this is where the madness begins... i make the mistake of telling her that i'm going to visit her country on this europe trip. she then busts into this 20 minute speech about the history of prague and it's establishment in the european community. she tells me about all the beautiful architecture, the castles and stone buildings, and even some of the new modern areas and the great club scene. i told her that it sounded like she missed prague quite a bit, and she paused to reflect, and almost sighed. 'yes, i do... very much', she said softly.
she stared blankly, remembering fondly, memories of prague and the family and friends she left behind.
i was saddened by her demeanor. i almost felt sad that i brought it up. then she looked at me and said, 'are you sure you don't vant a dans?' she played the guilt game very well, but i still won. politely, i told her no for the second time and i finished my beer before we walked out into the cool 2:30am air and left the ballet.
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when are you going to the ballet again? i hear the "nutcracker" is a great one! LOL!