Now that spring has sprung, I’m meeting more than my share of beautiful women. Last week alone, I was asked by a lovely young lady in a skirt and boots, how far a popular restaurant was, as she had been walking for some time.
“It’s in the next block,” I assured her, and introduced myself, and asked her name. This girl is a 10.
“We should have lunch her some time,” I invited her as we neared their door.
“I like that!” she smiled as she took my business card.
“The salmon’s good, and so is the veggie burger. Have fun!”
“Thanks,” she turned into the restaurant, a steak house that features nightly jazz.
On the same street, last Sunday, I spotted a tall blonde in jeans, walking slowly. Another 10, maybe 5’9″ if she were wearing flats, killer shape.
“How are you?” I asked. We exchanged names, tallest Megan I can recall meeting. She had taken her mom to lunch.
“Let’s have lunch down here some time. I live in the area. Where are you from?”
“I’m from here. I was raised in Montgomery County, and I work in Rockville.”
I made some small talk about the local restaurants, my day so far, and a recent trip to Nashville to hang with the fellas during the NCAA Tournament. She talked a little about what she does for a living, because it’s tax season.
On the subway the other day, I saw a girl wearing a short skirt for the type of weather we were having, but her thighs were so defined, they yelled “dancer”. That or athlete, they were very sexy, but almost V-shaped. After the train made a few stops, I sat in the seat in front of her.
“Are you a dancer? I asked.
“I have danced,” she smiled, but I don’t do it as often as I would like to.
“Are you asking if I’m a stripper,” she said, still smiling.
“No, not at all, I just noticed how defined you are, and generally either dancers or athletes have your kind of physique.”
“Wow, thanks. You can tell that under all these layers? Well, I guess I don’t have so many layers on today.”
We chatted, she was from Stamford, Connecticut, visiting friends. We discussed dance, babies, my recent trip to Nashville, and what we like to do when we hang out.
“I wish I had met you eariler in the week, I won two tickets on a radio show last night, to a jazz concert tonight.” That was true, even the part about wishing I’d known her when I won them.
“I love jazz,” she said. She was not only a knockout (porn star figure, perfect smile, probably about 25, ash blonde)- she was a very personable, positive young lady, who has not quite decided what to dedicate her life to. Like most women, she felt that the fact I’m a writer, is interesting. I invited her to grab something to eat if she could tear herself away from her friends while she’s in town. There was a time I would have been afraid to approach such a looker, cold.
All of these hot babes responded, not because of how I look, or what I earn, but because I’m exciting and lively, they can tell I’m a fun hang, and women like interesting people and stories. They enjoy a break from the norm, and their careers and studies. As one texted me right after a movie date to see “Hunger Games” last week, “You’re really cool.” In a separate e-mail, she also said I’m funny.
Be relaxed when you approach pretty girls. Invite them out, and do so as if it is routine. It will become so (the “You’re really cool” beauty texted and called me the night after we met).
Live the Dream,