Would You Like To Come and Sit With Me?

I paused for a second, then simply walked over to him.

I could tell he knew I was walking nearer.

He kept his eyes on his laptop, pretending to be Mr Office Man seriously wrapped up with boring stuff, but I could see the little tensing of his muscles.

You know the thing. He was feeling a little bit of pleasure, a little bit of anxiety.

‘Excuse me,’ I said. ‘Would you like to come and sit with me?’

That’s it.

Honestly.

That’s what I said. As simple as that.

I didn’t make up anything like ‘Would you like to help me open this window?’ or ‘Would you help me with my mp3 player?’ or ‘Oh dear, the zip has stuck on my suitcase and I need a strong man to help me out.’

I didn’t need any one of a million excuses. I didn’t want to waste time and I got directly to the point.

He looked up stunned.

The men always do when I ask them that.

A question so direct.

– The Train of Arousal