Perhaps you only needed a clearer signal than this, to understand that she was interested?
I knew her for a total of two days. She was beautiful. She was exactly my type. She was kind and nice. She was smart and had the sportsman’s will to go forward. The trip was her idea or her friend’s. I helped her and her friend with something on the beach, we talked, someone came up with that walk, we agreed and set up a meeting. In the evening, I had the bad luck of coming across some competition and it looked strange. I was in the process of provoking a fight a with two sailors when it cleared out. In the end we went to some club with them (not my idea, as you can guess, but I’d get shot before letting things take their own course). The evening come, I was in the picture, the sailors were not. We met up in the morning, made that long march, it was about 15 km one way. In the middle of it, we jogged up a sand dune straight from the march. She was a sporty girl, after four years of a sporty highschool plus some competitions, I was a guy with asthma and warriors’ blood in my veins. I pulled it off, don’t know how, even helped her along the way (as I was putting my best actorship in keeping my voice steady and not panting). On the way back, wind started, rain followed, temperature dropped. Had to throw my arm around her to keep her warm and going. Her friend was joking it was romantic, I had a very similar opinion but didn’t say anything. As we arrived at the end of sandy beach, the weather improved. She thanked me, they went off to prepare for leaving by train soon, were too tired to think of any plans for the evening, presumably left in the morning.
I didn’t take her number or made any moves because there was a girl in my home city that I was seeing. In the end that girl admitted it was more friends but less than a couple, although she claimed she was sort of treating me as another girl, which from the perspective of several years of more experience, was a bit of an exaggeration. I acted on a notion of integrity and fidelity to implied commitment.
I once also had a nice girl accompany me, and we got all wet on a mountaintop in the cold rain, and after that we had to drink hot tea mixed with copious amounts of cognac to warm ourselves up, and I still didn’t get it…
Things like that happen between friends of opposing genders if they stick around for long enough.
Yes, affection. I believe that was the case.
Affection is so seriously underrated.
Actually, you are correct. It’s more like a back-and-forth and most of the time, the man should be manly enough to initiate. What kind of Knight is he, whom, girt with a sword, is afraid to go to battle? :knight1:
The Prince knocks on the door, but waits until the Princess invites him in. Unless of course the Princess has been kidnapped and is in a deep sleep (think Shrek part 1
) and can only hope that the Prince will act decisively on his own. I mean we gentlemen should be convinced that we acted and the ladies only responded to us.
Erm. People change. Some years ago, I’d have shouted, “Face me, oh malefic ogre, thy vileness cometh to an end today!” Several years ago, I’d stick with a shorter, “Eat my justice!” And these days, I’d probably spit on the ground and made big eyes at the ogre.
We are like the scientist who was convinced that he trained the mouse to climb up the ladder in order to get a piece of cheese as a reward. However, the mouse had a different perspective: l trained this scientist so well that whenever I feel like eating, I just climb up the ladder and he immediately gives me a piece of cheese, explained the mouse.
Ah the mechanics of male-female communication!
Part of the reason I’m single is probably that I’m too good with that thing. I generally see through it all and seem to think I’ve seen it all. In fantasy books, some rulers have truthsayers, who stand in the back and declare if the speaker is speaking the truth or lying. I can pull off a similar thing. I’ve told people what they think or feel. I generally know what the deal is before a person realises it himself and few things escape my notice. I once spotted an inconsistency with a sentence uttered half a year before. I was once caught using an interrogation tactic subconsciously by a law doctor doubling as a therapist (same question asked more than once, rephrased, at different times in a conversation), when we were talking about some random stuff after a peculiar law class. I’m only deceived when I allow myself to be, which is when it would be either unethical or cruel (unhuman) to doubt someone. Or when I’m in love. The latter obstacle doesn’t last forever because I always figure things out. At the same time, my friends have pointed out there’s no telling what goes on in my own head. So here I am, single. Though I prefer the appellation of old bachelor because I denounce the singles culture.
Have you got a Princess, too? 
Nice story!
On the other hand, people should be appreciative if you -gasp- ask their opinion. I don’t fancy being a tyrant, a bully or a testosterone pack. Ironically, by this I prove I have attitude. Ironically again, this will not normally be noticed. Or at least not early.