The last time I asked someone out....

At the place I was working (up until a couple of months back) there was a colleague. A gorgeous young lady a couple of years my junior (I’m 35). She is one of those people who is always smiling, always smiling and always beautifully dressed – by beautifully dressed, I mean nicely snug jeans, Adidas shell-toes, indie t-shirt. Everything I find attractive. Plus she has long brown hair (dyed slightly so it had an almost red tone to it) and a wonderful smile. Did I say she is always smiling?

Oh, and she has on her perfect frame, the most outstanding set of top-bollocks I’ve never admired from afar. She was just wonderfully curvy. Beautiful face, beautiful body and, well, just beautiful.

Thing is, our paths rarely crossed at work, there was no need for them to. We both had different teams and projects on the go, there was no reason – other than we were part of the same department – to have anything to do with each other.

So, how do I try and win a date with the most beautiful girl if the company?

Well, walking up to her and asking her was a non-starter s she might say ‘no’ and I’ll look like a tool, all attempts of trying to get her and her team to join me and my team on a night-out fell flat (there are only so many times you can suggest the teams go out together before you look like you are stalking everyone) and ‘chance’ encounters over lunch or the coffee vending machine just never occurred.

But I really like her....

So I did, what I thought, would be the next-best-thing to walking over to her desk and asking her outright.

I emailed her and asked her if she fancied coming out for a drink with me.

The reply I received was less than encouraging. She replied saying ‘I think you sent this to me by mistake’

I should have left it there and gone back with a ‘oh, silly me’ type response, but no. Not reading between the ‘letting me down gently’ lines, I replied with ‘err, actually, I did mean to send that to you’

I received one final patronising mail, calling me ‘sweet’ and ‘cute’ as well as advising me that she was ‘kind-of seeing someone at the moment’ and that I seem ‘nice’ and that was it.

Thankfully, my contract came to an end before I suffered the ritual humiliation of everyone knowing what a tool I made of myself, but there we have it kids.

I’m shit at asking out the ladies.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 14:35, 2 replies)

Great Story
WOW it must have taken real guts to send off that email. Well done *click*
(mpaz52, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 16:48, closed)

^this
At least you had the balls to do it. There was a girl at my place of work who I fancied, and we emailed each other a bit flirting but I never got round to asking her out - then she left. Bugger.
( Schweaty Minge I spunked in your tea! Taste it and see! D:, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 5:43, closed)