Ive shared this story before but I sort of like snakes. I think that puts me in the minority. One time I was on going on a run and I passed this cute girl who was just sort of standing on the path. She told me to stop because there was this snake in the path a bit ahead. I got a stick and scared it off as it was just a big garter snake. She thanked me and smiled alot. She then started jogging again, and I stayed back because I don't need people to actively see how out of shape I am... or the fact my tie dyed shirt was soaked with sweat despite only running a bit less than a mile. When she passed me on her way back she smiled again. Like, very friendly like. When I walked back to my car, I saw her stretching on a park bench and she once again thanked me for moving the snake and smiled more. I said it was no problem. I then made a stupid ghostbusters homage and referenced the "who you gonna call" in case she ever had any more snake trouble. Only once I started to drive away did I realize that she probably would have been very receptive to me asking her out for a drink or dinner or something. Not to mention that "who you gonna call" could have easily gotten her number. My virginity then grew back.
