At BG we are starting the first of hopefully many other guest contributed web series on our site. Last week, you met Rippin Sindher who let us in on The Rippin Blog and a six-episode web series called “The Man of Mystery” on YouTube. Here’s the first chapter for your reading pleasure.
Now that you’ve had a week to unpack and settle into my welcome, are you ready to start with the mystery business? Make yourself comfortable, grab a cup of tea; exchange your snug jeans for a pair of drawstring velour pants…trust me I’m not the one to judge!
Below is the condensed version of the first piece I ever posted about the Man of Mystery on The Rippin Blog. During that time, I started to fall for a guy named Chris when thankfully I met a mystery man just in time; someone who exposed dirty little secrets about men that I think every lady could benefit from. If you don’t catch my drift, you’ll definitely want to read about the “opening sets” men throw out in hopes females will reciprocate, which we often unknowingly do.
So here it goes:
We’ve all seen it. The most overwhelmingly nauseating part. The Love Doctor. Hitch. The guys who make you gag, but in some disgustingly human way, you find yourself attracted to them. It gets the best of us—the He’s Just Not That Into You bullsh**.
The Man of Mystery spilled the beans to me about men. He said, “You have to open with a set, but it’s not pick up lines that you’re after. It’s more fluid than that. You gage the type of personality you’re about to deal with in a few minutes whether at a bar or a club, a grocery store or coffee shop. You pick up on the body language. You look to see who’s in her company and then you walk over and you ask an open-ended question.”
Hmmm, I wondered. Is that so?
He continued. “You would think this is basic, right? Not exactly. You say something she’s least expecting and you don’t even say it to her first. You say it to her friend, the one you’re clearly not interested in. Her friend responds. You counter by telling them it was obvious they must be friends since they dress alike, sound alike, and display all the normal friend similarities.”
“The girls, intrigued by your focus on detail, can’t help but talk up a storm. Of course there’s different prototypes, though. For example, if you’re dealing with a girl who knows she’s good-looking you don’t compliment her. Instead, you ask her what she has going on besides her good looks? I can only begin to tell you…there’s so much more.”
He didn’t impress me much with those first few words, but as time ticked, the Man of Mystery got me thinking about my recent girls’ night out on Saturday and about this guy Chris who I called my friend, but after Wednesday, we were only kidding ourselves. I arrived at the place at 9 PM, dressed in my denim jeans that flared slightly over my black wedges. A black, razor cut tank top with jewels lining the collar, revealed my clavicle. Silver hoops hung from my earlobes. Smokey eyes dressed my lids. His eyes met mine.
We’d been friends for a few months now, but I felt something that night that I hadn’t before. We talked for hours. Laughed and laughed some more until we were wrapped in each other’s humor, his arm rested atop my shoulders, our tender lips brushed against one another’s. But each gaze at his smile was like a stab at the truth, piercing the things I wish I had not known about him, but did.
Chris. Could he have thrown out an opening set even if he was my friend and on that night our eyes met? Met with graciousness and certainty fell to uncertainty.
This was only the beginning.