Get the Hint!

I'm sitting in the lounge at the W Hotel on Union Square in New York City. It's Tuesday evening, just after 6pm and the Afterwork crowd has arrived. I got here a couple hours ago in order to work on my book, AlphaDog, Get the Bitch You Want. It's not the most comfortable place to sit and write. A curved veneered wall lines one side of the oblong room, allowing sound to bounce in all different directions. For a writer, it's not exactly the most beneficial, especially when you can hear one side of a conversation and not the other.

Shortly after settling on a comfy couch, my laptop open and ready to work, a couple sits down on the same couch. Obviously it distracted me from working on the book, since now I'm writing this blog entry.

I tried not to pay attention to what they were talking about, but I could hear everything they were saying to each other. They apparently just started dating. He was North American, she, Brazilian. He told her why he liked her as opposed to other women he'd dated: The boring conversations; Nothing in common. Blah, blah, blah. I had to get away.

A guy, who was sitting on a banquette where an electrical outlet is located, left his spot, so I grabbed the opportunity to get further away from the manipulative talker. It was then, after settling down in my new spot, that I watched a most uncomfortable and quite disturbing incident.

The guy had his hand on the small of her back. She had been sitting comfortably with her back all the way against the back of the couch... until he went in to kiss her. That's when the incident caught my eye. She leaned away. By this point, his arm, the one with the hand on her back, was wrapped further around her. So, she couldn't lean very far away. Instead she shifted her whole body placing her butt on the edge of the couch, turning her knees towards him to create a barrier between them. And the guy kept leaning in, trying to kiss her.

"Is this guy that clueless? Can't he read her body language?" I thought. The poor girl looked over at me. I didn't know what to do. I just raised my eyebrows at the guy. I wondered if I should intercede, find out if everything was "okay". Before I could make a decision, she got up and went to the restroom.

What could she have thought? What was she going to do? She came back, sat back down and started talking to the guy. I couldn't hear what they were saying at this point. The music had been raised, and I was further away. Apparently, she reconciled with him, leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Then they started making out. I don't get it.