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Archive-name: Casual/pickupln.txt
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Archive-author: RICHH
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Archive-title: Pickup Line
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It was a clear hot August morning and she was walking the way
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women walk when they want you to know that their destination is an
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erotic one. I pulled out my microcassette recorder and didn't
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press down any buttons. I spoke into it as she came near. "It was
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a clear hot August morning and she was walking the way women walk
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when they want you to know that their destination is an erotic
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one."
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She stopped. "God damn it. God damn you." She smoothed the
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yellow of her dress under her and sat down on the bench. She
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continued. "You didn't press the record button. What a
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bullshitter."
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"You noticed."
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"Fraid so, slick. You did it for *my* benefit?"
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"You're *here*..."
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"So how many girls do you pick up that way?"
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"Counting you?"
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She bent down and adjusted the heel strap on her sandal.
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"Actually," I said, "I was not looking to pick anyone up."
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"Well then why did you drop that bomb?"
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I pointed at the sculpture in front of the library building
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and then down to the walk. The way the sun was hitting the edge of
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the sculpture it was casting gorgeous crazy shadows along the walk.
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"So it was a gift, then? But not to me. To the day."
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"Yup. That's all."
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"Thanks, I guess," she said. Then she took the recorder from
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my hand, pressed down 'record' and 'play' and said, "It was a
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dreary wet December day and he was walking the way truck drivers
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walk when they have to take a dump."
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"Hey, you're good."
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"Think so?" She handed the recorder back to me.
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"Oh yeah. Could be--"
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"Better? Could be better? You think you can do better, don't
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you?"
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"To be honest, yeah. But what do I w--"
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"All right, I'll make you a deal. If you do better, you can
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have me."
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"And if I don't?"
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"No confidence?"
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I pressed the 'record' and 'play' and said, "It was a heavy
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September morning and he was walking the way truck drivers walk
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when they want you to know they have to take a dump."
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As we walked off she said, "Hey, you were right."
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I felt her hand around my tricep and looked over at her.
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"About my destination," she said, and we walked on.
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RICHH
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