I ate lunch at Koo Koo Roo yesterday and I was as friendly as could be to the cute young cashier.
Anyway, I thought I had done a good job of talking to strangers. But while I waited for my order, I watched a true master in action. First of all, this guy was maybe six three. Being tall I think goes a long way towards a lifetime of confidence. Second, he was a smooth-talking black guy. I wasn’t sure it was worth mentioning his race, like how is that relevant? But watching the way he talked, it just mattered. His being black was just part of his whole thing. I don’t think it’s racist to say that a person’s race defines who they are in some ways.
Anyway, he walked up to the same cashier with a big smile and asked, “How tall are you?” (To complete the picture, the Hispanic woman was pretty short.) The way he asked it, though, was so friendly, so disarming, she couldn’t help but smile. She said, “Five two.”
Then he launched into a series of questions about what types of guys she liked to date. And she was loving it. I have never seen a girl so enraptured before by a seemingly innocuous series of questions about height. He could have said, “So let’s get into my van and get it on, cool?” and she would have just giggled and gone off with him.
But the interesting thing was, he just ordered his food, got it, and took off. He wasn’t trying to pick her up. Maybe he was flirting, but it wasn’t because he was trying to get something. He was just passing the time.
I was totally baffled by it. I could have sworn he was going to get her number at least. But he didn’t. He was just being a smooth dude.