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Before I get to MissMilf, In the interests of full disclosure, Gentle Phrases and Mr. Rob made a pact with me to admit to any "bailed out" approaches where hesitancy cost us the girl, to improve accountability. So here goes... in Forever 21 (thanks XC) I saw a very tall brunette of about 25 with an amazing figure Saturday, but couldn't get her attention easily as she was browsing clothing with her female friend... in retrospect I should have pulled her away by asking her to step to one side with me for a moment. And in TJ Maxx I missed the opportunity to open a cute blonde of around 20 by being too hesitant to engage her before she returned to shopping with her mom.
Now that's out of the way, I made up for it the same day—I opened a very nice-looking hired gun in the mall who told me she was 20 and of Native American descent (I'd never have guessed it: she looked extremely European). She had a boyfriend apparently (isn't that nice?), but 5 minutes later and not a hundred paces away I encountered a very suave lady of twice that age who really got my attention.
From behind I imagined it was a younger woman. Tall, a perfect slim figure verging on athletic, dressed stylishly in tight-fitting beige pants and high-heeled boots. Blond hair just off of the shoulder, sharply-defined features and penetrating dark eyes. She later told me she had taught at high school for 17 years and had begun her career directly in teaching; I imagine for high-school teaching you'd need an undergraduate degree plus say a year's postgraduate certification, so adding it all together she'd be pushing 40—almost exactly the same age as I am, in fact. Due to her chosen profession and her arresting ability to beat age with sex appeal, we'll call her MissMilf
Almost directly after I'd first spotted her from behind, she slipped into an expensive-looking boutique store and I walked on past. She didn't tarry there long, however—thirty seconds at most, such that when she emerged I had the opportunity to relish her physical delights from in front. Glad I did so, because she immediately darted into another similar store where she spent a little longer, perhaps four minutes.
The store was glass-fronted of course, and since it was women's clothing only, I didn't really want to follow her in, but I casually sauntered past the window and observed... her lovely, feminine, delicate left hand. A ring of some sort was there, but it wasn't a marriage ring, more some sort of encrusted variety—and anyway it was on the middle finger. So far so good.
I took a seat on a bench a little further on and loitered. I imagined she'd head my way as she exited, but when it happened she turned her delightful tight buttocks in my direction and headed back. I got up and chose a parallel course, weaving in among the stands operated by small sole traders, perhaps ten feet to her left and the same distance behind. Shortly, she stopped to observe a break-dancing demonstration. I went on and stood by a stand selling really rather cool hats. I tried a few on—a derby here, a fedora there—and looked in the mirror. MissMilf, clearly a lady of distracted nature, had lost interest in the demonstration too and was headed on a course to pass me in a few seconds.
I hastily replaced the hat, started off in the same direction as her but slowly, allowing her to catch up as I observed her in my peripheral vision. Then, as she drew level:
This type of persistence is fun. I grabbed her number about halfway through the interaction, timing it nicely so that we had a little bit left to talk about before we reached the cobbler's store. She was quite sniffy about my asking her to punch it into my phone herself, but did it anyway Compliance!
She gave me a distinct stare of disapproval mixed with intrigue as we parted. I'm thinking she has had a pretty rough journey with men: not only from her age and marital status but from her manner. I may be wrong.
Anyway, this was all at about 2:30 PM on a Saturday, so I called her next morning at around 11:30 AM. No answer and her voice mail was full, so immediately after the missed call I shot off a brief text message as an icebreaker.
She responded around 7:30 PM with a simple "Hey Marty." Nothing more.
We'll see where this one goes. Any tips for dealing with a slightly disapproving yet clearly also slightly interested lady, with a healthy skepticism toward males and a very stable professional life?
-Marty
Now that's out of the way, I made up for it the same day—I opened a very nice-looking hired gun in the mall who told me she was 20 and of Native American descent (I'd never have guessed it: she looked extremely European). She had a boyfriend apparently (isn't that nice?), but 5 minutes later and not a hundred paces away I encountered a very suave lady of twice that age who really got my attention.
From behind I imagined it was a younger woman. Tall, a perfect slim figure verging on athletic, dressed stylishly in tight-fitting beige pants and high-heeled boots. Blond hair just off of the shoulder, sharply-defined features and penetrating dark eyes. She later told me she had taught at high school for 17 years and had begun her career directly in teaching; I imagine for high-school teaching you'd need an undergraduate degree plus say a year's postgraduate certification, so adding it all together she'd be pushing 40—almost exactly the same age as I am, in fact. Due to her chosen profession and her arresting ability to beat age with sex appeal, we'll call her MissMilf
Almost directly after I'd first spotted her from behind, she slipped into an expensive-looking boutique store and I walked on past. She didn't tarry there long, however—thirty seconds at most, such that when she emerged I had the opportunity to relish her physical delights from in front. Glad I did so, because she immediately darted into another similar store where she spent a little longer, perhaps four minutes.
The store was glass-fronted of course, and since it was women's clothing only, I didn't really want to follow her in, but I casually sauntered past the window and observed... her lovely, feminine, delicate left hand. A ring of some sort was there, but it wasn't a marriage ring, more some sort of encrusted variety—and anyway it was on the middle finger. So far so good.
I took a seat on a bench a little further on and loitered. I imagined she'd head my way as she exited, but when it happened she turned her delightful tight buttocks in my direction and headed back. I got up and chose a parallel course, weaving in among the stands operated by small sole traders, perhaps ten feet to her left and the same distance behind. Shortly, she stopped to observe a break-dancing demonstration. I went on and stood by a stand selling really rather cool hats. I tried a few on—a derby here, a fedora there—and looked in the mirror. MissMilf, clearly a lady of distracted nature, had lost interest in the demonstration too and was headed on a course to pass me in a few seconds.
I hastily replaced the hat, started off in the same direction as her but slowly, allowing her to catch up as I observed her in my peripheral vision. Then, as she drew level:
- Marty: You have a remarkable figure.
MissMilf: Thank you!
Marty: What's your name?
- Marty: Shall we grab a coffee while you wait for your shoes?
MissMilf: They're ready now.
Marty: Well, perhaps after you pick them up...?
MissMilf: I have other things to do. (Loving her sexy curtness and tone of disapproval. Think Julie Andrews.)
Marty: Well, are you in town often?
MissMilf: Not really...
Marty: How about we get coffee next time you're in town?
MissMilf: Certainly!
This type of persistence is fun. I grabbed her number about halfway through the interaction, timing it nicely so that we had a little bit left to talk about before we reached the cobbler's store. She was quite sniffy about my asking her to punch it into my phone herself, but did it anyway Compliance!She gave me a distinct stare of disapproval mixed with intrigue as we parted. I'm thinking she has had a pretty rough journey with men: not only from her age and marital status but from her manner. I may be wrong.
Anyway, this was all at about 2:30 PM on a Saturday, so I called her next morning at around 11:30 AM. No answer and her voice mail was full, so immediately after the missed call I shot off a brief text message as an icebreaker.
She responded around 7:30 PM with a simple "Hey Marty." Nothing more.
We'll see where this one goes. Any tips for dealing with a slightly disapproving yet clearly also slightly interested lady, with a healthy skepticism toward males and a very stable professional life?
-Marty
