How to kill the moment
1. Totally humiliate myself
2. Scare off an attractive woman who came up to me in the Hairy Canary.
Recently I was in the Hairy Canary having a beer with a friend (a chic bar in little Collins street), when an attractive women whom I had noticed and been looking at from time to time came over to me.
Walking over she smiled while performing a flick of the hair.
“Hi, how’s your night been?” She smiled.
This is where you need to take note such situations do not happen very often to me. With this added pressure on me, I aimed to lower the voice and rumble out a very manly.
I was aiming to make a simple response and keep the conversation going.
Unfortunately, my speech broke and an extremely high pitched “Fantasic” squeaked out. Stopping there, I coughed and continued.
However, the damage was done, my friend was laughing and ribbing me and she did not like the added attention. (Nor do I think the squeaky voice).
So the moral:
1. Life sucks.
2. God is a very cruel man