>be me
>autistic nerd who rarely leaves home except for work
>brother forces me to go downtown with him for the day
>we go to used music store
>really cute girl working behind the counter, assume i would never have a chance with her
>browsing cds, song is playing on the speakers in the store
>think i know what band it is, ask my brother to use shazam on his phone to see if i am right because i am too lazy to do it myself
>girl working behind counter interrupts me, asks if i want her to tell me what the song really is
>i have to try to turn my autism off to manage a proper conversation with her
>she tells me that it actually wasnt the mega popular band that i thought it was and was a pretty niche band that i had never even heard of, was kinda humiliating
>we talk about that for a couple minutes, she tells me that they just got a bunch of cds from that band and that i should check them out, i assume that it would end there.
>i go back to browsing cds, and after a while she comes out from behind the counter to show me the cds from that band and recommend one that she thought i should get and listen to
>she comes out again a little after to show me a few cds from a different section that she thought i would like based on my music taste
>she had heard my conversations with my brother and another guy in the store that i had talked to and got a rough idea of my music taste
>the entire time i was there she wasnt coming out to help or talking to any of the other customers besides just ringing up their orders, and there was a decent amount of people there.
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>pt 2 because im wordy
>end up getting a a handful of cds and this dvd of a movie that my brother told me was historically bad because i like bad movies
>go to cash register and she starts ringing my stuff up, she seems more interested in it all than a worker would normally be i think, especially in the terrible movie
>store has a thing where you can get a stamp card and get a stamp on it for every $10 you spend and you get $10 off after you get 10 stamps or something, i spend like $52 dollars but she hooks me up with 6 stamps
>i end up just thanking her for the music recommendations and leaving without asking her to hang out or for her number or anything because i got scared
>been regretting not actually doing something but what if she was just being nice and doing her job
>what should i do? i could go back there i suppose
>what should i do?
pretend it didn't happen, move on