Fairly regularly, I order take out from a sushi restaurant. After I placed my order, I sat in one of the chairs to wait for my pickup. There is no separate waiting area and no lobby in this restaurant. The waiting area is to the backs of the customers at the sushi bar.
In walks a petite blonde in her yoga pants and t shirt. No ring on her finger, about 5'2" to 5'4", and slim to average build with a A to B cup. I'd place her at a 7. Girl next door look. She sits down one seat over from me to select from the menu. I'm reading the paper while waiting. She goes up and places her order. Order sounds like it is for one.
After gathering that she is probably single, I decide that when she sits back down, I'll try and strike up a conversation with her. I put down the paper as she walks by and she walks past her original seat to the seat farthest away from me.
I take it as a clear sign she doesn't want to be approached. I don't know why, but I found myself sitting there and smiling to myself and then went back to reading the paper.
In walks a petite blonde in her yoga pants and t shirt. No ring on her finger, about 5'2" to 5'4", and slim to average build with a A to B cup. I'd place her at a 7. Girl next door look. She sits down one seat over from me to select from the menu. I'm reading the paper while waiting. She goes up and places her order. Order sounds like it is for one.
After gathering that she is probably single, I decide that when she sits back down, I'll try and strike up a conversation with her. I put down the paper as she walks by and she walks past her original seat to the seat farthest away from me.
I take it as a clear sign she doesn't want to be approached. I don't know why, but I found myself sitting there and smiling to myself and then went back to reading the paper.