I went to my bank yesterday to get a cashier's check, and this exceptionally beautiful woman took my request. I've seen her there before, and although I only go this bank a few times a month, at most, I always notice her.
So she takes my request, and after staring at her for about 180 seconds I made my move: "Do you not need my information?" "Oh, no, I know you are <my FULL name>", she replied. I permuted every logical combination of scenarios that might have made my name persist in this woman's head, and in a very smooth manner I said, "Oh, good memory." She smiled, and I left the bank in a discombobulated state.
What do you make of it? Was she just being friendly, or did Descartes' silent charms sway her affection?
So she takes my request, and after staring at her for about 180 seconds I made my move: "Do you not need my information?" "Oh, no, I know you are <my FULL name>", she replied. I permuted every logical combination of scenarios that might have made my name persist in this woman's head, and in a very smooth manner I said, "Oh, good memory." She smiled, and I left the bank in a discombobulated state.
What do you make of it? Was she just being friendly, or did Descartes' silent charms sway her affection?