Flirting FAIL

A few weeks ago I went to see Fischerspooner in concert. It was an awesome show. Typically, electro shows are really out there, and well... weird. This one was very artsy. The costumes were different, and the dancers'choreography...uhh, let's just say you had to be there. Anyway, standing in the crowd in front of me was this gorgeous hunk of man. A foreigner, European looking. Had an accent, tall, and looked like a model...absolutely gorgeous.

During the show I kept getting blocked by these mammoth men that were more than 6 feet tall. No matter what, a tall guy would stand in front of me and block my view. My natural reaction was to make a sad face. This girl next to me, whom we shall call Des turned and said, "That was an awesome face." Throughout the show we would exchange looks and laughs, and would watch out for each other as the crowd moved, pushing us around.

Of course, at a concert, the smell of weed filled the air. Unfortunately, the gorgeous model was the source of it, him and his friends. It was disappointing watching him take a hit, but yet not surprising. "Des, "the girl I had met, had spotted the once attractive european model boy and of course, with a little help from the alcohol, had the courage to chat him up. She would even put her arm around his. I watched this whole thing go down, considering they were right in front of me and my view of the show was blocked anyway. She laughed, tossed her hair, grabbed his arm, leaned on him, stared at him, and would constantly pull him to her level to tell him something in his ear.

Well Des had a friend who accompanied her to the show. Interestingly enough this friend had also brought weed. So her and the model boy lit up. After that, Des continued to flirt with the boy, but things changed. As she leaned on him, he would sway to the other side. When she'd grab his arm, he would subtly move it. It was great. He started to pay more attention to his friends, yet Des frantically and DESperately continued to flirt. At the end of the show they said goodbye and went their seperate ways, without any exchanging of numbers, or even a hug.

Poor Des, practically threw herself to model boy, and failed miserably.

And well, model boy hit something that night...but it wasn't her.