She Knows My Name

Born_For_War

Born_For_War

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"She Knows My Name"
(Story of the Pharmacy Assistant)

I walk into the pharmacy to pick up my meds. M is standing at the same desk, looking down at a pile of scripts. I walk up, greeting Kellie (the pharmacist); M notices me but does not greet me. Kellie says, "I'll be with you in a sec," takes my pill bottle, and walks out the back.

There I am, with this pretty girl in front of me, standing nervously and looking at the ground, with full-blown RGTs (Real-Girl Terrors).

I have vowed to combat the RGTs, not to mention the PMO. At a 102-day NoFap streak, the semen retention has completely restored my sense of confidence.

So I say, "Excuse me?"
M looks up. "Yes?"
"Do you guys sell ear-studs here?"
She fixes her pretty eyes on me. I examine her ears, which are pierced with what I can only presume are small spacers, as well as dangling ornaments, partly covered by her hair.
"Yeah we do, they're just down the back. Did you want me to show me where they are?"
"Yeah... just after this is taken care of." [Referring to my dose and pill pickup.]
"OK," she says, with a hint of a smile.

I have found a pretext to talk to her, flirt with her, even get her number. The door to a date is wide open. The RGTs have completely disappeared.

"Lot of scripts there, huh?"
"Uh... yeah," she says.
"That will keep you busy," I say.

Kellie comes back with my Suboxone films. I place them under my tongue. M helps Kellie by printing out a sticker for my diazepam bottle. M examines the sticker. Now, she knows my name.
"Is it still two and a half a day?" she asks Kellie.
(I take the opportunity to examine her name tag. It says M******. Now, I know her name!)
"Yeah," says Kellie. Kellie helps dispense the rest of my meds (two and a half 5mg diazepam and one 300mg pregabalin) and gets me to sign the staged supply sheets. M leaves, clearly busy with these scripts.
"Thanks [Atman]," says Kellie.
"Oh," I say, "I was going to get the young lady to show me where the ear studs are."
"I can show you where they are!" says Kellie.
(Damn, I think. My opportunity to browse ear-studs and chat with M is lost!)
She shows me the ear-studs. I browse through them. Hmm... January: Garnet, February... April: Diamond. There we go. They're $14.95 for the pair. I'll buy them later. I look across the pharmacy to see if M is out the front again. I see her right down the back, facing away from me. I decide to talk to her later.

Well, that's it. I didn't have sex, I didn't get a date, and I didn't even get her number or find out if she's taken. But, the door is open for me to make further conversation, say hi, approach her, whatever! I did it! I did it!

(To be continued...)
 
Nice bro, that was the first step, keep it going! You know my motto is: Say what you think, but the key to success is how you express your thoughts! Do you think about asking her out? Then do it while you're having that thought! There's no better timing than the moment where you're thinking about it! (Of course you shouldn't ask her out while she's crying her eyes out because a relative died, but ask her whats wrong)
 
@Notmandy -- Thanks a lot. True story! I'll keep writing it if anything eventful happens between me and her.

@ContinueFight -- Thanks! I've asked girls out (and been asked out) before, but PMO eroded my memories of that, along with my confidence. My thoughts of her jumped straight to sex for a moment there last night, but I quickly curbed them by reminding myself that in the initial phases of a romance, sex shouldn't even cross your mind. Sex, to me, is the culmination of love between man and woman.

But I digress. I actually don't think about asking her out, but the thought of flirting with her appeals to me a lot and could lead to something really special and important in my life. Thanks again guys!
 
P.S. My only concern is that she might not be interested in a guy who is on so many pharms, but I am yet to suss that out. I'm not a bad-looking guy but I find it difficult to smile unless something really amuses or delights me. To show her a winning smile is what I really want. Not like the half-assed grin in this emoticon, by the way -> :)
 
"She Knows My Name"
(The Sequel: "First-Name Basis")

I walk into the pharmacy, like I do every day except Sunday. I am here to pick up 28mg of Suboxone, to be administered sublingually, as well as 5x Valium and 2x Lyrica.

I immediately scan the store to see if M is there. There she is, attending to her business. (I must say, I like the colour of her hair.) I approach the counter. Paul, the pharmacist, is there.

"G'day!" he says.
"Hi!" I respond.
"How's it going?"
"Yeah, well! And yourself?"
"Yeah, I'm well, thanks. Did you need..."
"Yep, my dose," I say, "as well as the pills."

He takes my pill bottle and goes out the back. M has already noticed me. This time, SHE has found a pretext to talk to me...

"Hi, [Atman]," she says, rather drily.
"Hey!"
"Were you right? Uh..."

I know what to say this time, though she has caught me by surprise by using my name. Semen retention has energised my brain, making me quick to think and quick to answer.

"Paul's just sorting me out," I say. "Kellie showed me where those ear-studs were."
"Oh, okay," she replies. "Did you find what you were after?"
"Yes; I'll probably get them on Monday."
"OK. Thanks," she says.
"Thanks, [M]," I say, very businesslike, very professional.

We are now on a first-name basis. She goes. For the remainder of the time I'm there, she's buzzing around like a bee, just like the rest of the pharmacists and pharmacy attendants. I imagine that I see her looking at me from a distance, but it could just be an illusion. Nevertheless, we have:
1. Made eye contact,
2. Greeted each other,
3. Spoken briefly about my affairs at the pharmacy, and
4. Opened the door to further talks.

This is going just at the right pace for me; not too fast, and not too slow. She might well have a b/f, but what is that to me? She could even dump him for me, just like my very first g/f did when I was 15 and she was 13.

Success, ladies and gentlemen. Or rather, progress. I am satisfied with my present female interactions--I am coming out of my shell. I am becoming the man I want to be!

(To be continued.)
 
How are you going to figure out if she has a boyfriend? Is there a trick to find out without embarrassing yourself?
 
tweeby said:
How are you going to figure out if she has a boyfriend? Is there a trick to find out without embarrassing yourself?
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I don't know, is there? :) I'm sure it'll just come up in conversation, because chicks love talking about their boyfriends if they have them. Not to worry, we'll see!
 
Thanks to y'all for your support! You know, I might find occasion to show her my business card, which looks something like this:

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Needs a bit of work, I know, but at least it's a quick and easy way of giving her MY phone number. That's one goal I'm aiming for... wish me luck next time I see her!
 
Oh hell yeah buddy, she'll be DTF after seeing that, it really pops!

What is it mysql, MSsql, mariaDB? Looks on point?
 
SanityOverVanity said:
I'd recommend asking for her number rather than this way round, personally.
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Yeah, I'd have to agree. As a girl, I'd rather a guy be direct and ask for my number instead of getting a business card. I get that it's an easier way to slip her your number, but when guys do that to me, it comes off as douchey. Unless she actually requires your services, keep business cards for business.
 
Amazing man! Feels good to hear that, I have prom coming-up and I know this may not sound as significant to y'all but I had been affected for 4 years and this is my real first test during NoFap. I don't fancy anyone so I should be careful in not sending out the wrong message and plus, I don't believe in this lust bs while I'm only in HS. Anyways, since I forgot where I was going with this, there it ends _-_
 
You guys are missing the point, he has to START somewhere, clearly the OP isn't confident 'taking the direct' approach. I think slipping a business card is a way to get the ball rolling.
 
The OP is a guy ridden with social anxiety, is taking prescription valium (which the girl behind the counter will be fully aware of) and his conversations that involve simply asking and getting a information is interpreted as opening the door to romantic possibilities.

Do you think he is capable of charming the pants off this girl by confidently asking her out? More to the point does anyone here actually think she is actually interested in this him? This is about STARTING the process, and he's doing just great. IMO.
 
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