Well, don’t know if this is a phero hit or ???, but I guess I’d report it.
Last Friday I went out with P86 on - 100 mcgs - 25 under each armpit and
the other 50 smeared on my forearms.
Long story made short.
I’m out at watering hole N minding my own business and there is this good looking girl there looking at me, looking at her looking at me, looking at her looking at me. What is this?
I’m breaking eye contact, but only momentarily because I’m intrigued. So I smile and give a friendly wave. She speaks a few words in a foreign accent - says that she will be right back. Oh gee, not a sexy foreign accent. I’m doomed if she does return.
I ask the barmaid for information. Friendly barmaids are excellent sources of intelligence. She told me what she knew, which was confirmed by what happened next.
The girl shows up 10 minutes later and as four on the other side are leaving and she sits over there in my regular spot. Well that happens to be my spot and she beat me to it. So I show no fear and go over and sit on the upwind chair next to her and say, “That’s my usual spot, but you can have it tonight, I’ll sit a little closer to the air conditioner”. She is all smiles. She says nothing. I’m looking at her looking at me. She says nothing. I say nothing. She’s looking at me looking at her. I’m looking at her looking at me. What is this? Some kind of staring contest? Are we both DIHL?
Okay, I figure I lose and break the silence and ask her name. She tells me. I smile. She’s smiling. She says nothing. I say nothing. Well…is she going to ask my name? Silence and a smile from green eyes with wide and deep black pupils. I’m looking at her looking at me.
Nobody is talking. She’s looking at me looking at her. When is this staring contest going to end? I’m determined to say nothing. Her turn to talk. Wait. Wait. She’s still smiling. I’m still smiling. She’s still looking at me and I’m still looking at her. Suddenly she turns her chair to face me closer to straight on and asks that question of dread. “How old do you think I am?”
Oh S|-|it! I told her that I was not going to play that game because I always lose. “If you want to tell me how old you are, I’m okay with that, but please don’t make me guess.”
She’s still smiling. I don’t think I’m smiling anymore. This is dangerous! She is silent.
I am silent. She’s looking at me looking at her. I’m looking at her looking at me. She is still silent. Oh crap! I’m losing it!
“Okay, I will guess.”. I look into her green eyes with the deep wide pupils, again. I back off and look at her eyelashes, the corners of her eyes, the lips. She’s watching me studying her. I look at her hair and her hands. Oh my! Those legs! I pull out some coins…a quarter, two dimes and five pennies. I look at her looking at me. I put the quarter and a penny in my pocket and look at her looking at me. I take the two dimes and four pennies and put them in my pocket and pronounce, “24!”.
Well, damn! She backed up and lit up, beaming, with a big smile!
I’m looking at her looking at me and she finally says, “I’m 30!”. Damn! I’m finally smiling again. This time it paid to be honest! I say, “No! Really?”.
Well the dam broke. I asked her about her accent and what she did back home. She told me where she was from and she liked older men.
Reality check. 30 year old trim/skinny girl with green eyes and foreign accent likes older, over-fed balding guy? Hello? Well she has moved to directly facing me on the stool and very close.
She went on that she was a nurse and that she was visiting and loves Pennsylvania and she is staying with her brother and gay uncle for a couple of weeks and was hoping to find a job here. She had applied at the local hospital.
Well, damn! Just then her brother and gay uncle (cute scarf) show up talking in a foreign language and she has to leave.
Hmmmm. P86? Me? Or is this just a girl from a foreign country looking to get away with a good time because back home she can’t?
Is she a PUA? There were other younger guys there. Why me?
I hope she shows up again someday so I can find out. <sigh>
