Truck more feminine

Pickup is considered a purely male occupation.
So I decided to do an experiment to find out what a pickup truck looks like.



Day one.
I liked the idea of future acquaintances so much that I did not manage to get rid of fantasies about how it will be immediately.
Just imagine: in a quiet cafe at a table all alone sitting handsome young man. I grab a cup of cappuccino and go to his table. “Let me keep you company. I do not like to eat alone.”” He certainly agrees...

But stop dreaming. It's time to get to work, and I'll meet someone on the way.
The street, the sun is shining - great! But what about me? Why are your shoulders slouchy? Where's the smile? And most importantly, why I avoid other people's views.
I haven't seen this before. We need to fix it!
To truly enjoy life and people – it turned out only in the evening. In the evening, decent girls do not meet young people on the streets. That's what my mom always told me.

We'll have to continue the experiment tomorrow.

Day two.

I decided to live my fantasy about meeting in a cafe. I waited for lunch (the prince is waiting for me).
I'm going to the cafe. What do I see? Princes sit. For some reason, no one was sitting alone.
Okay, it's not that bad. I order and sit down at the table. I see who can at least smile, so that it is not boring.
One came with a young lady - we cross off the list of applicants for a smile. The other two are passionately discussing something (first of all, airplanes..., two more are looking into the hypnotist...). Yeah, not thick.
Lunch is over. The account isn't open.
Practice tonight. That's right. We have a kick boxing group at the same time. But I have long wanted to know what kind of squeak they hear from the hall (no, not human, most likely some timer).

My training is over, I quickly change clothes and run to the gym to the kickboxers. Something is beeping and several men are pounding pears, and one stands at the timer and watches over the wards.
I was right, squeaking a timer that measures the time of rounds (the coach explained to me).

I watched a little more as they smacked pears. They noticed me, too, but they didn't show me the look of tough men. Their training was over and they went to the dressing room.

I stayed on the couch. I have to meet you.
And here comes one down. I smile at him. He pretends not to notice and passes by. All right, I'm waiting. Two come out. One smiled back at me and moved on. I did not start a conversation: my mother told me that to get involved between two men – to trouble.
Another fighter is coming down.

My patience ran out and I said hello to him.
He was surprised, but he answered. Got it! Now it's all about talking. I was wondering what you were doing, so I decided to take a look. Can you tell me? So, talking, we reached the bus stop to which Sasha took me. Yes, we exchanged phones =

Day three.

Today, the meeting began right in the morning, with a morning run. Right after that, I decided to walk around the park. In fact, there are a lot of runners out there now. But there was an unspoken rule not to notice each other. And then a man of about fifty comes to me.
- Hello!
- Hello.
- Running?
I’ve been running, I’m just walking now.
- I'm running now, too. Are you sick?
- What?
Are you sick when you start running?
- No, I'm in a hurry to leave.
- I'm here after my illness. I run here every morning, so I'll see you again!
Of course, I say it and hurry home.
Yeah. So much for the introduction. I don't think I'm going to run anytime soon.

I took a taxi to work. Taxi drivers are such interesting people, if you start talking - you can not stop. As it turned out, my taxi driver was named Eugene. He is married to a not very empathetic woman who believes that since her husband is a taxi driver, he must come to her on the first call and take her where he needs to go (even if her husband tells her that it is cheaper to call a taxi).
She sympathized with him a little, told him a story from her life. In response to the sensitivity, Evgeny gave his number, with the words “if necessary, at any time”.

Day four.

We had to go to the mall today. And I decided to combine the pleasant with the useful - to meet the prince. It turns out that princes are most often found in stores with household appliances or phones. Got in. The prince didn't make him wait, "Can I tell you anything?" Of course I do. The prince prompted for 20 minutes, after which the prince began to seem very close and we switched to "you." The next 15 minutes did not bring us closer. He never gave up his phone number. Maybe married?

Then I decided to try an extreme way of dating - the men's toilet. The version with “urgently needed, and the female is busy” did not pass. There were no grateful spectators. I didn't.

Yeah. Today is not a good day.

Day five. He's the last one.

Today I decided to just go outside or stop. No tricks or pretexts. For a long time she chose a victim, a prince.
I came up and said, “Hello!” May I meet you?” He looked at me carefully and said, “Well, maybe.”
- My name is Alyona. And you?
- Maxim.
Unfortunately, there was no time to walk with Maxim. I didn’t ask the phone number right away.
No credit.

From all this experiment, I concluded that you can meet on the street, especially if you really want to. If you do this for the sake of experimentation, in most cases it is false. And during the meeting, you need to let the man feel as if he was the initiator. What you've been hinting and nudging doesn't count.
It will probably be a “women’s pickup.”