ManFromTartarus
Senior Don Juan
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Hello DJs, thank you for welcoming me to the forum. I've come here to rebuild, restore, and repair what was once a T-Rex but is now only a cracked and weathered Trilobite. As soon as I build up the courage to expose myself to the brotherhood, I'll post a thread about where I'm at in the game. Until then I'll post up some of my escapades for your semi-amusement.
La Hermosa De Panama
Saturday night, chilling at the casa, but because I live in one of the most vibrant parts of SF it's hard to stay home, so I throw on a casual look and head up to the bars. Lot's beautiful women out, mostly young, tough go for an older guy, I've at least learned approaching younger women at my age comes across like creepy uncle and have to wait for young women to engage me or at least give me a strong nonverbal signal.
As I scope out the spots I find one loaded with a high quantity of top notch looking females, but before I step in I see walking down the street a gorgeous dark haired Latina, dressed really nice, and all by herself with a somewhat serious look on her face. I said Hi and wanted to attempt to persuade her to have a drink with me, but from the vibe I got from her I decided to let it go and went inside for a drink. The place was like I said, loaded with hotties, (I'm one of those OGs that took the path of quality over quantity early on), but like a lot of my time in bars recently, even though I take care and attention to my presentation and body language, not a lot of the young cuties pay this OG much attention.
So after a getting a decent alcohol buzz and being ignored by the young hot things, I bolt and stumble by a store on the way to my car for a bag of chips and water, and who do I run into again? The latin beauty, this time I can't help my self and chat her up, being humorously charming enough to attempt to entice her with my bag of Lays and get a smile out of an extremely hot women who seems to have some sort of serious emotional vibe going on underneath. Even though I got her to engage and be amused by my attempt to make a date out of a bag of potato chips, I had to let her go and walked to my car.
Here's where it got semi-interesting, As I'm driving home I see her again, looking somewhat distraught, walking into a dark lonely park to sit down and text on her phone. Fellas I can see how sad she looks from my car across the street, I couldn't help myself, pulled over and cautiously/respectfully keeping my distance let her know I wasn't stalking her but was concerned about the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time sitting alone in a dark park late at night. (Not a wise idea and the next guy that approaches her might not be a gentleman like me.) What I noticed immediately was that she was finishing up her text *on the verge of tears. Already I'm fighting off brain scramble over some BLIND fool that did her wrong because I'm not lying that she is easily 8.5 or 9, and I have a shoulder here just dying for her to lean on.
I do keep my cool and finally able to get her to get past her heartache for the moment and open up a little. Get her name, a little about her background in Panama, and do my best to at least end the night in a positive way even though my attempts to secure a future meeting failed. Under the circumstances I feel I did halfway okay for an older dude hitting on hot females half my age.
What would you have done differently?
.................. cause my shoulder has a strange craving for beautiful woman tears.
La Hermosa De Panama
Saturday night, chilling at the casa, but because I live in one of the most vibrant parts of SF it's hard to stay home, so I throw on a casual look and head up to the bars. Lot's beautiful women out, mostly young, tough go for an older guy, I've at least learned approaching younger women at my age comes across like creepy uncle and have to wait for young women to engage me or at least give me a strong nonverbal signal.
As I scope out the spots I find one loaded with a high quantity of top notch looking females, but before I step in I see walking down the street a gorgeous dark haired Latina, dressed really nice, and all by herself with a somewhat serious look on her face. I said Hi and wanted to attempt to persuade her to have a drink with me, but from the vibe I got from her I decided to let it go and went inside for a drink. The place was like I said, loaded with hotties, (I'm one of those OGs that took the path of quality over quantity early on), but like a lot of my time in bars recently, even though I take care and attention to my presentation and body language, not a lot of the young cuties pay this OG much attention.
So after a getting a decent alcohol buzz and being ignored by the young hot things, I bolt and stumble by a store on the way to my car for a bag of chips and water, and who do I run into again? The latin beauty, this time I can't help my self and chat her up, being humorously charming enough to attempt to entice her with my bag of Lays and get a smile out of an extremely hot women who seems to have some sort of serious emotional vibe going on underneath. Even though I got her to engage and be amused by my attempt to make a date out of a bag of potato chips, I had to let her go and walked to my car.
Here's where it got semi-interesting, As I'm driving home I see her again, looking somewhat distraught, walking into a dark lonely park to sit down and text on her phone. Fellas I can see how sad she looks from my car across the street, I couldn't help myself, pulled over and cautiously/respectfully keeping my distance let her know I wasn't stalking her but was concerned about the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time sitting alone in a dark park late at night. (Not a wise idea and the next guy that approaches her might not be a gentleman like me.) What I noticed immediately was that she was finishing up her text *on the verge of tears. Already I'm fighting off brain scramble over some BLIND fool that did her wrong because I'm not lying that she is easily 8.5 or 9, and I have a shoulder here just dying for her to lean on.
I do keep my cool and finally able to get her to get past her heartache for the moment and open up a little. Get her name, a little about her background in Panama, and do my best to at least end the night in a positive way even though my attempts to secure a future meeting failed. Under the circumstances I feel I did halfway okay for an older dude hitting on hot females half my age.
What would you have done differently?
.................. cause my shoulder has a strange craving for beautiful woman tears.