“I would appreciate it if you can give me some advice… I’ve been trying to get close to this girl and she keeps pushing me away… I get the feeling that I need to find a different way of approaching her,” I say and look at Trevor expectantly. Being happily married, he didn’t take part in the orgy at the mansion with Jenny and my other friends, so he has no idea who the girl is that I’m talking about.
“Ah, girl troubles!” Trevor says and throws his head back with laughter, “I’m so glad I no longer have to deal with that kind of stuff”
“Are you serious? Don’t you ever miss the excitement of the chase and the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your veins when you set your sights on a new woman?” I ask curiously.
“Nope, I can honestly tell you that I never miss any of those things. My wife and I are best friends and I wouldn’t trade my relationship with her for all the hussies in the world,” he says with great conviction.
“Okay, if you say so… I just find it hard to believe that a man can ever settle down with just one woman and be happy for the rest of his life,” I say.
“Don’t worry buddy, one day you will find the right girl and when you get together with her you’ll never look back again,” Trevor says and I find myself hoping that he is right. To be perfectly honest, I’m getting slightly tired of seeing a different girl every week and I just wish Jenny would give me a chance to prove to her that we can be good together.
“I really hope you’re right! Maybe that’s why I’m hoping you can give me some advice on how to get close to this girl I told you about… perhaps she could be the one,” I say and look at Trevor expectantly for some great advice.
“Okay, here it goes. I’m not entirely certain if this will help you, but I’ll tell you what happened when I started dating my wife. She didn’t like the fact that I was a biker and I realized that I would have to compromise a little if I wanted to be with her. I found out that she really loves going to the opera and, as much as I balked at the idea of sitting down and listening to some fat Italians singing on the stage, I decided to give it a try and started going to the opera with her. She appreciated it so much that I was prepared to go out of my way to do something she enjoyed that she gave me some space to do my biking and in the end everything worked out just fine.”
“Okay, that makes sense to me… so what you’re saying is that I should try to find a way of approaching this girl with something she enjoys herself?”
“Exactly. Stop trying to draw her into your way of doing things and try to figure out a way of approaching her from an angle which is more familiar to her… something which she won’t expect from a guy like you.”
Trevor and I finish our coffee and I thank him from the bottom of my heart for his advice. We say goodbye and I decide to go home and regroup. Although Trevor’s advice is actually pretty vague, I get the feeling that his suggestions might come in handy and, if nothing else, it gets me thinking of some alternative ways of approaching Jenny, rather than simply banging my head against her emotional barriers and praying she will eventually let me in.
After getting back home, I get something to eat and sit down on the sofa to think some more about Trevor’s advice. It finally becomes crystal clear to me that I need a brand new approach… that it would make no sense for me to keep calling her or showing up out of the blue at her office, unannounced. If I continue that way I’m certain to simply get more of the same rejection I’ve already suffered at her hands, so I spend some time racking my brains for a new approach. I can’t quite think of anything, so I decide to take a look at Jenny’s website on the Internet again. I go through every page carefully and then, finally, my eye catches a little piece of information which I think might end up being helpful. On the very last webpage, underneath the message box which can be used to contact Jenny’s magazine, I see another name. Stacy Donovan, marketing and advertising.
I think back to the first time I’d visited Jenny at her office and can still recall the other girl I saw there. I suddenly realize that this must’ve been Stacy and that she also works at the magazine with Jenny. I think about it for a while longer and then realize that this might be my golden opportunity. Stacy seemed quite nice the first time I met her and I get the feeling that I might be able to talk to her. Perhaps she can speak to Jenny for me and convince her that I’m not such a bad guy after all.
Having decided that the best way forward is to go and speak to Stacy at Jenny’s Travels, I get dressed and take a ride on my Harley to the part of town where the magazine is situated. I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do if Jenny confronts me and tells me I should leave, but fortune favors the brave so I just forge right ahead and walk in unannounced, as has become my habit by now.
Fortunately Jenny doesn’t seem to be there. Perhaps she’s on a mission somewhere to go and get information for an article, so I just walk right past her office to the door at the end of the corridor. I figure that this must be where Stacy’s office is located and when I get to the end of the corridor door and peer in I realized that I’m in luck.
“Hello! I’m sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if I could have a word with you,” I say and Stacy looks up with a pleasant enough smile. I already know what her name is, but I pretend to be in the dark when she speaks to me.
“You’re the same guy who was here the other day… Brad isn’t it?” she says and I nod my head.
“Yes, that’s me!” I say with a big smile.
“Hi, my name is Stacy,” she says with a big grin of her own, “just how can I help you Brad?”
“Well, I was actually looking for Jenny… But now that I’m talking to you, I was wondering if you would be able to help me,” I say, apprehensively.
“No problem, why don’t I go and make us some
coffee and then we can have a talk,” she says and I’m quite surprised at just how helpful she seems to be. Stacy is a really pretty girl and if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m already obsessed with Jenny, I might have turned on the charms and tried to get inside her pants.
She makes us some strong coffee and we go and sit in the boardroom. I take some time to explain to her how I know Jenny from somewhere else, but she doesn’t seem to be too interested in that part of my story, so I cut it short.
“The point I’m trying to make is, I would really like to get to know Jenny a bit better, but she keeps cutting off every time I ask her out… Is there absolutely anything you can do to help me in my quest?” I say with my most honest face.
“I shouldn’t really be telling you this, but it’s for her own good so I’m going to share a bit of personal information about Jenny with you,” Stacy says and I feel my heart beating faster inside my chest with excitement, “Jenny was very close to her father before he passed away and I’m afraid she keeps comparing every guy she meets to her dad… I guess I don’t have to tell you that they always fall short and this is probably part of the reason why you’re not having any success with her.”
I think about Stacy’s words for a moment and, even though I’m no psychologist, I can easily understand how a thing like that might be an incredible stumbling block for a guy like me to overcome.
“Okay, I think I catch your drift, but what exactly would you suggest I do about this obstacle in my way to your best friends heart?” I ask, slightly puzzled.
“I’m not too sure… although I can tell you that her father used to play guitar to her when she was a little girl and she has always loved the sound of guitar music,” Stacy says.
We spend some more time talking about my problem and I truly appreciate the way Stacy seems to be on board with my quest. She tells me how close she and Jenny have always been and how she’s never actually seen Jenny with a steady boyfriend in her entire life, even though Jenny always had a score of guys chasing her.
“Thank you so much for talking to me. It means a lot more to me than you can ever imagine!” I say and finally get up to leave after I’ve picked Stacy’s brains for every last bit of information that can be of assistance to me.