About two months ago I made arrangements to meet a buddy in at Yorkdale because it was convenient to our respective place and time. He is a professional educator, a friend for years, and knows nothing of my hobby interests. We met at the bar of a popular restaurant over some beers. The rest of the long semi-circular bar was empty except for we two old friends talking over things in general.
Comes to the bar a young couple, guessing about 19 to 21 years of age. They are about twenty feet away. The well-dressed girl, a brunette, mid height in stature is an absolute knockout and based on her aura maybe the sexiest female I have seen in quite some time. My spidy senses hit the max on first glance. I do not stare although I can barely prevent taking my eyes off her. My buddy seems oblivious to her existence. (not a wolf)
Her date leaves for somewhere. He is a shorter guy, a boyish man with the apparent benefit of money working on his behalf. Who knows, he could have possessed the charisma of a Jerry Seinfeld, or the financial skill of a teenage wunderkind, it is impossible to judge fairly, nevertheless he looked like joe-average daddy’s boy probably with a Porche for a college tuition gift and the girl looked like she was a bought and paid for item, even at her age of probably 19.
The man-boy leaves for somewhere. The girl is now alone. Within thirty seconds she turns her head forty-five degrees toward me and we lock eyes in a straight line. We engage in full-bore unblinking eye contact for a prolonged moment that seems far longer. If this had been kissing my tongue would have been down her throat. My heart races and breathing freezes. She is giving me a come-on like I have only experienced in a brothel. You know the look I speak of exactly. It is calm, it is level. It is saying, “Its your move sailor.�
Then she turned away. As you know, women can see you perfectly fully completely without looking directly at you. It is one of the evolutionary quirks of separation within the species. She continued to study me peripherally. My strategy processor went wild, flipping on the after burners. I knew I had to make a move quickly, but which one. Through the bartender? He was no where to be seen. Should I approach directly and risk looking the fool? It was the gambit. I stalled. After a moment, she looked again. A direct hit of similar strength and magnitude. “Well?� She was saying silently, “ Are you man enough?�
I froze again, momentarily as I tried to come to terms with the fork in the road. Hooker or Schoolgirl? Playing with my head or direct marketing herself. I was just about launched off my bar stool, when her date re-appeared. As they moved off the bar to their table in the restaurant some where out of view, my buddy called for the tab. It was now time to leave.
The unanswered question caused by my indecisiveness lingered in my mind as unresolved for the balance of the evening.
So, have you been in this or a similar situation with maybe a working girl, or maybe not? What did you do? How did it go? What would your advice to me be? What move do you recommend?
Comes to the bar a young couple, guessing about 19 to 21 years of age. They are about twenty feet away. The well-dressed girl, a brunette, mid height in stature is an absolute knockout and based on her aura maybe the sexiest female I have seen in quite some time. My spidy senses hit the max on first glance. I do not stare although I can barely prevent taking my eyes off her. My buddy seems oblivious to her existence. (not a wolf)
Her date leaves for somewhere. He is a shorter guy, a boyish man with the apparent benefit of money working on his behalf. Who knows, he could have possessed the charisma of a Jerry Seinfeld, or the financial skill of a teenage wunderkind, it is impossible to judge fairly, nevertheless he looked like joe-average daddy’s boy probably with a Porche for a college tuition gift and the girl looked like she was a bought and paid for item, even at her age of probably 19.
The man-boy leaves for somewhere. The girl is now alone. Within thirty seconds she turns her head forty-five degrees toward me and we lock eyes in a straight line. We engage in full-bore unblinking eye contact for a prolonged moment that seems far longer. If this had been kissing my tongue would have been down her throat. My heart races and breathing freezes. She is giving me a come-on like I have only experienced in a brothel. You know the look I speak of exactly. It is calm, it is level. It is saying, “Its your move sailor.�
Then she turned away. As you know, women can see you perfectly fully completely without looking directly at you. It is one of the evolutionary quirks of separation within the species. She continued to study me peripherally. My strategy processor went wild, flipping on the after burners. I knew I had to make a move quickly, but which one. Through the bartender? He was no where to be seen. Should I approach directly and risk looking the fool? It was the gambit. I stalled. After a moment, she looked again. A direct hit of similar strength and magnitude. “Well?� She was saying silently, “ Are you man enough?�
I froze again, momentarily as I tried to come to terms with the fork in the road. Hooker or Schoolgirl? Playing with my head or direct marketing herself. I was just about launched off my bar stool, when her date re-appeared. As they moved off the bar to their table in the restaurant some where out of view, my buddy called for the tab. It was now time to leave.
The unanswered question caused by my indecisiveness lingered in my mind as unresolved for the balance of the evening.
So, have you been in this or a similar situation with maybe a working girl, or maybe not? What did you do? How did it go? What would your advice to me be? What move do you recommend?
