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These are all yeserday and today.
Late afternoon near high rise condos. I just walked right up to a pair of really beautiful women in their late twenties who appeared to be grabbing rental bikes from an unmanned kiosk. Standing on the opposite side of the bike rack and a good 10 yards or so away, I said, "You are the two most beatiful women I have seen in Chicago." The one in back was beaming and the one in front was expressionless. I said, "I really don't know if people think it's ok to approach strangers and just start talking to them. I just really wanted to talk to you two." Smiling an holding eye contact with the one in back, I said, "Well she is smiling but I don't know what it means." The one in front said, "I"m sorry but we are really in a hurry," as they started walking off with bikes. "I understand," I said backing away and mustering the most gracious facial expression I could. Have a good day." I don't remember the next thing I actually said, but the meaning was to try to get an answer to my orriginal question, is it ok to approach a stranger like this, and the one in front, with her back to me now, said, "It's really not, actually." In spite of having been pleased with my orriginal move to depart, and in spite of knowing that it was too late to meaningfully engage, I shouted out to them, as they rode away. "Well what is wrong with it? Why can't you just stay and talk to me?"
Night time, at the beach. I approach a lifeguard tower with three really beautiful girls about 21 years old perched on it and say, "Can't find my friend. I'm looking for some weed. Can you help?" One frowns, the other says, enthusiastically, "I get my pegs on snapchat." I inform them I am not on Snapchat and resisted cracking a joke about pegging, the sex act. Strong "go away" vibes from the one in front. I think I said, "I'd really like to join your party." They said they were a polyamorous unit, which I actually think they were serious about because I've encountered a fair amount of that in Chicago. They also inform me that they are not "women" and that one of the friendlier two (wearing a bathingsuit and standing on the sand when I first approached) doesn't have genitals. I said, "You guys are very fuckable." It was literally the only sexual thing I could think of to say. The one in front said, "I find that very offensive." "Why?" I said. What's so bad about saying that?" I was being ernest. "Get the fuck out of here, man," the angry one said. "I can do whatever I want," I said. We volleyed back and forth a couple times, neither of us saying anything overly offensive. I say, "You have been hurt by men, is that the case?" The one in the bathingsuit blurted out enthusiastically, "Yes we have!" What a fascinating moment. Finally I walked away, but then I turned around after like 20 paces and walked back up to the tower and said, "Why does it have to be like this? Can we talk through this stuff? I hate this." They kept their backs to me and were silent. "The silent treatment!" I said. "At least I can respect the silent treatment. Ok, I'm leaving, goodbye. I walked away and found my friend and my weed.
Mid afternoon in a small but busy cobblestone seating area in a park. An 18 y.o. petite fit but pair shaped african American girl is kind of pacing and talking to herself. She sits down beside a plastic grocery bag of items, looking as if she is killing time. I had done five or six approaches (not mentioned above) on an outing and would do two more after this one before wrapping up this "session." Her energy was such that she seemed extremely receptive. I thought we would vibe. I walked up to her and said, "Hey, what's up. Would it bother you to talk for a second?" (That or something similar, by the way, is my opening line 99% of the time.) She smiled and nodded. "May I sit?" I said, thinking "gives an inch, takes a yard. "Sure," she said, still smiling. "Well what are you up to? It looks like something is going on, actually." I said. She said I was right, she was waiting for her mom, and she needed to decide where she was going to "stay." "How old are you?" I ask. "Eighteen." "Oh wow," I said. "You are kinda cute, you know that." She smiled blankly and I move closer on the bench and she leans toward me, so I put my arm around her. I finger her neck, back and shoulder and look down her extremely low cut and tight-fitting spaghetti strap tank top. "How old are you?" she says. "Oh no, not over thirty," she says, drawing back. "Over thirty," I say. "Oh no you need to go." I sat up and said in a soft tone, "Really." "Yeah," she said, remaining seated beside me, "You need to go. I don't think so. Uh-uh, that's it." I said, "Ok. Wow. I really don't know what to do. I thought we were having a nice time, but if you want me to go, I will." I got ready to get up and she said, "Ok, we can try kissing," and leaned her head forward. We french kissed briefly and were back in our embrace. "Again," I said, smiling. "Ok," she said, and we kissed momentarily again. "Ok, give me your number," I said. "And make sure you call me, ok?" I put her number in my phone. "Let's kiss again," I said. She said "No." Taking everything into consideration, I said ok and got up and left politely. A few moments later I noticed that she was walking parallel to me and I headed toward her. "Oh it's you again," she said, laughing. "Can I walk with you?" I said. She shook her head no and turned in another direction.
Densely populated area, lot of foot traffic on a busy and then side street. Very next approach in same outing as the last, just moments after. I passed very beatiful artsy looking girl, maybe 29 years old. I decided she looked interesting and decided to catch up to her. "Excuse me," I said. Thinking I was asking to get by, she stood to the side and turned to look at me. "I've been following you," I said, with a smile. "Oh my god," she said, "What the fuck. You can't do that. That's fucked up man." As soon as she started talking I put my hands up and said, "I'm sorry, I'm walking away," and turned immediately away from her and began walking, not even looking back.
Late afternoon near high rise condos. I just walked right up to a pair of really beautiful women in their late twenties who appeared to be grabbing rental bikes from an unmanned kiosk. Standing on the opposite side of the bike rack and a good 10 yards or so away, I said, "You are the two most beatiful women I have seen in Chicago." The one in back was beaming and the one in front was expressionless. I said, "I really don't know if people think it's ok to approach strangers and just start talking to them. I just really wanted to talk to you two." Smiling an holding eye contact with the one in back, I said, "Well she is smiling but I don't know what it means." The one in front said, "I"m sorry but we are really in a hurry," as they started walking off with bikes. "I understand," I said backing away and mustering the most gracious facial expression I could. Have a good day." I don't remember the next thing I actually said, but the meaning was to try to get an answer to my orriginal question, is it ok to approach a stranger like this, and the one in front, with her back to me now, said, "It's really not, actually." In spite of having been pleased with my orriginal move to depart, and in spite of knowing that it was too late to meaningfully engage, I shouted out to them, as they rode away. "Well what is wrong with it? Why can't you just stay and talk to me?"
Night time, at the beach. I approach a lifeguard tower with three really beautiful girls about 21 years old perched on it and say, "Can't find my friend. I'm looking for some weed. Can you help?" One frowns, the other says, enthusiastically, "I get my pegs on snapchat." I inform them I am not on Snapchat and resisted cracking a joke about pegging, the sex act. Strong "go away" vibes from the one in front. I think I said, "I'd really like to join your party." They said they were a polyamorous unit, which I actually think they were serious about because I've encountered a fair amount of that in Chicago. They also inform me that they are not "women" and that one of the friendlier two (wearing a bathingsuit and standing on the sand when I first approached) doesn't have genitals. I said, "You guys are very fuckable." It was literally the only sexual thing I could think of to say. The one in front said, "I find that very offensive." "Why?" I said. What's so bad about saying that?" I was being ernest. "Get the fuck out of here, man," the angry one said. "I can do whatever I want," I said. We volleyed back and forth a couple times, neither of us saying anything overly offensive. I say, "You have been hurt by men, is that the case?" The one in the bathingsuit blurted out enthusiastically, "Yes we have!" What a fascinating moment. Finally I walked away, but then I turned around after like 20 paces and walked back up to the tower and said, "Why does it have to be like this? Can we talk through this stuff? I hate this." They kept their backs to me and were silent. "The silent treatment!" I said. "At least I can respect the silent treatment. Ok, I'm leaving, goodbye. I walked away and found my friend and my weed.
Mid afternoon in a small but busy cobblestone seating area in a park. An 18 y.o. petite fit but pair shaped african American girl is kind of pacing and talking to herself. She sits down beside a plastic grocery bag of items, looking as if she is killing time. I had done five or six approaches (not mentioned above) on an outing and would do two more after this one before wrapping up this "session." Her energy was such that she seemed extremely receptive. I thought we would vibe. I walked up to her and said, "Hey, what's up. Would it bother you to talk for a second?" (That or something similar, by the way, is my opening line 99% of the time.) She smiled and nodded. "May I sit?" I said, thinking "gives an inch, takes a yard. "Sure," she said, still smiling. "Well what are you up to? It looks like something is going on, actually." I said. She said I was right, she was waiting for her mom, and she needed to decide where she was going to "stay." "How old are you?" I ask. "Eighteen." "Oh wow," I said. "You are kinda cute, you know that." She smiled blankly and I move closer on the bench and she leans toward me, so I put my arm around her. I finger her neck, back and shoulder and look down her extremely low cut and tight-fitting spaghetti strap tank top. "How old are you?" she says. "Oh no, not over thirty," she says, drawing back. "Over thirty," I say. "Oh no you need to go." I sat up and said in a soft tone, "Really." "Yeah," she said, remaining seated beside me, "You need to go. I don't think so. Uh-uh, that's it." I said, "Ok. Wow. I really don't know what to do. I thought we were having a nice time, but if you want me to go, I will." I got ready to get up and she said, "Ok, we can try kissing," and leaned her head forward. We french kissed briefly and were back in our embrace. "Again," I said, smiling. "Ok," she said, and we kissed momentarily again. "Ok, give me your number," I said. "And make sure you call me, ok?" I put her number in my phone. "Let's kiss again," I said. She said "No." Taking everything into consideration, I said ok and got up and left politely. A few moments later I noticed that she was walking parallel to me and I headed toward her. "Oh it's you again," she said, laughing. "Can I walk with you?" I said. She shook her head no and turned in another direction.
Densely populated area, lot of foot traffic on a busy and then side street. Very next approach in same outing as the last, just moments after. I passed very beatiful artsy looking girl, maybe 29 years old. I decided she looked interesting and decided to catch up to her. "Excuse me," I said. Thinking I was asking to get by, she stood to the side and turned to look at me. "I've been following you," I said, with a smile. "Oh my god," she said, "What the fuck. You can't do that. That's fucked up man." As soon as she started talking I put my hands up and said, "I'm sorry, I'm walking away," and turned immediately away from her and began walking, not even looking back.
