The Pick Up Artist

"Do I know You?" she asked. "Of course not; but that's my fault. I have not done anything significant yet to be known" I answered. She asked again, "What do you mean? Who are you?" This is where I had to be innovative. A wrong answer to that question and I knew I would never speak to her again. "It's a difficult question to answer. It would have been easier, had I been Shahrukh Khan." I answered. My answer irritated her and I could see that on her face. I suddenly had a sinking feeling. I don't know if the disappointment show on my face, I tried my best to hide it.

Someone once told me that I lack perseverance and I decided to prove him wrong this time. Damage control was the only thought in my head. My head was processing at lightning fast speed. I had to say something. Say something that she would like, may be something to make her laugh. At least a smile, that frown was anyway irritating me. What to do? What to say? I had pain in my head. Not knowing the answer can be so irritating at times.

My mind was desperately searching for an answer. I must say something which will interest her. "I got a feeling, you are a good dancer" I said. "I am not a dancer, but yes I can dance well. How do you know that?" she spoke. I was not very hopeful about getting a second chance, but I was glad that she was talking again. I have to be careful now. "I got superpowers" I replied with a smile. "I don't think so" she said, with a smile this time. That smile relieved me a little. "Just because I don't wear my underwear over my trousers doesn't prove anything" I said, with even broader smile this time. She burst out laughing, "you are funny" she said.

"I am Tina" she introduced herself. "Nice to meet you Tina, I am Aman" I replied. "So Aman, what do you do?" she asked "I mean instead of using your superpowers to flirt with beautiful girls." She was smiling; looking at me waiting for an answer. "I am a writer" I answered. "What are you writing?" she asked again. "I was looking for a story. I think I have found one tonight." I answered back. "and what do you do for living?" she continued asking. 'I like this girl. She is leading the conversation, asking questions. She seems to be interested.' I thought. "Well, like all superheroes, during the day I dress up in formals, wear specs and work as a journalist." I answered. She laughed again. "I really like you." she said. 'She is dropping signals. Is that a signal? That has to be the signal. I must act now. This is the time.' I told myself. "Well Tina, I must go now. You seem to be staying. Give me your number, would love to talk to you again." I made the move. She tossed her cellphone to me and said, "dial your number." I liked that move. I dialed my number. Waited for my phone to ring. Disconnected the call and tossed her phone back to her. She winked. I smiled, waved my hand and walked out.