Does that approach usually work for you?

I went to a friend’s birthday party and I set my sights on a cute boy that falls into my particular "type" tall, dark hair, glasses, a creative hipster type. So I decided after several drinks and a few exchanged glances to try out my newly found self confidence and strike up a conversation with him.

I moseyed on over to the group he was in and ended up talking to him and 2 of his friends. It seemed to be going well, we were all gabbing away in drunkin party talk, “How do you know the birthday girl…Blah, blah, blah”. Only after a while it became obvious that it was becoming one of those odd situations where we are all trying to decipher who is interested in whom. I was trying to figure out how to show my crush that he was the one I fancied but he quite obviously had a very serious girlfriend that he lived with because he went to get a drink and didn’t return.

His 2 friends decided to see if I had any interest in them by approaching me one at a time (a planned method of attack possibly?). The first guy was a short Seth Grogan look alike and although Seth’s a really funny guy, and we are ALL looking for the sense of humor guy, I wasn’t feeling it. He kept asking me about my interests like it was a job interview, “Do you enjoying going to museums? How about bike riding? What other things do you like to do in your spare time?” Ugh really? Is sit on my couch, watch TV and drink wine an acceptable answer?

The second guy had just moved back to NY from London and was pretty interesting. He bought me a drink and we went back to the couch and chatted. Although he wasn’t my type at all he seemed like a nice guy. We talked about where we live in the city and how excited he was to be back when my friend came up and told me she had decided it was time to leave (fine, it was almost 2am). I told him I was heading out and he said, “Are you going to another bar or home?” I told him I was heading home and asked what his plans were. Maybe he took that as some kind of invite because his response was. “I’m going to the UES” (implying home with me). I laughed. But he was serious, and suddenly kind of creepy. I said, “If you’d like to take my number and hang out some time we can definitely do that, but if you think you are coming home with me you would be completely wrong.” And…I’ve always wanted to say this, “My words just hung in the air”. He just sat there. I watched with growing (drunkin) interest as he started scanning the room and sat there trying to plan his escape, it may have been all the Stellas I’d had but I swear I could see the gears turning in his head. He wanted to retreat but didn’t know how! I found it really entertaining that he was trying to come up with something polite to say to get away or figure out the appropriate amount of time to stay when I decided to give him a break. I leaned over and said, “You don’t have to sit here anymore, you can go.” He breathed a sigh of relief and ran across the room to escape the girl who wanted more than a night of his “obvious” (only to him) sexual prowess.