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HOW TO MAKE NEW YORK GIRLS REALIZE THEY WOULD RATHER BE WITH ADAM WADE: PART IV

By Adam Wade

Installment #4:   Lovin' in the work place

 
Do you remember being nervous and uncomfortable around the opposite sex in junior high? Well, I'm still very much like that (How 're you doing? I'm in my late
twenties).

It all started when the "new girl" came to work. She was very attractive and didn't wear any make-up. I like it when girls don't doll up and go all Hollywood.
Natural = pretty. 

She was a little on the shy side but right off the bat I made her laugh. Our first conversation, about the weather, was a big hit.

"It's Hot, Hot, Hot out there, huh?" (My Buster Poindexter impression
is so bad, it's bad.)

Later that week I was snooping around my boss' desk and saw the call sheet with all my co-worker's phone numbers. With my heart racing, I quickly punched up
her number on my cell phone and saved it. I saved it under the code-name 'Natty B' for 'Natural Beauty'.

That night I casually gave her a call. She didn't answer, so I just left a message for her to call me back.

FOUR DAYS LATER, SHE CALLED ME BACK AND POLITELY ASKED
HOW I GOT HER NUMBER.

"You... gave it to me last... week...."

"I don't remember," She said.

Reaching deep I quickly said, "It's really 'Hot, Hot, Hot'... remember? And you... gave it..."

Then she stunned me, "Oh yeah, now I remember." GULP! Then she asked me if I wanted to hang out.

Unfortunately, I was in New Hampshire with my folks. I told her we'd get together when I got back. She seemed to like this idea. Her phone call gave me a buzz.

The next week I called (and left a message), "Hoping that maybe we could grab a beer or a coffee or even a juice in the upcoming weekend. "

She didn't call back and when I saw her the next day in the hallway... well, it was awkward. She looked the other way. And just like that, I was back in junior high. In
one week things went from a laugh, to a phone call back, to avoidance.

I'd love to say at the present day that I am fully secure about myself but... I tend to feel bad for myself in moments of rejection.

In junior high during the weird, awkward moments when I had to see a girl who either wouldn't hold my hand or wouldn't dance with me at the school dance, I
would... just mumble one word to them (a question):

"Donuts?"

There's no explanation to this whatsoever. I guess it's because I have always loved donuts, and whenever I say "donuts," I feel good inside.

So on Friday I was... stocking the refrigerator with sodas (if my dad is reading this, I do other 'real' important things, too! Don't worry, your son is taking NYC by storm). We both glanced at each other and then looked away.

 I wanted to say, "You know, if you don't like me in that way, no worries." But... I couldn't say the words. Instead I mumbled:

"Donuts?"

She looked down at me kneeling and stocking the Diet 7-up.

"Huh?"

I stood up. I started to slightly tremble, "More donuts?"

The donut banter kept me from shrinking.

"Donuts?" She now asked me. I loved the way she said 'donuts.' Why wouldn't she give me a shot? With slight defense I answered, "No thanks, I already
had two donuts for breakfast."

Now she was a little pissed off and more confused,

"You're so weird."

I wanted to cry, but I knew I had to stay in this bizarre character. Confidently, I looked at her, "Listen, I don't know about you, but I can't eat donuts all day long, I'll
get sick and fat."

She looked at me like... I was a real jerko.  

I realized I was sweating. I raised my tee shirt up exposing my belly. I took my hands and squeezed a circle of fat around my belly-button.

"DONUT." I said and smiled. "DONUT!"

She burst out laughing, and then suddenly, it was all cool, "Wade, what are you still in junior high?"

Still looking down and admiring the donut I created with my stomach I responded, "No, are you?"

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