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I will be most appreciative of any critique given to this interaction, as I feel I may have slipped at a couple decision points.
Saturday evening at about 6pm I went for a walk in a centrally-located, major city park. It is a perfect evening... golden sunshine, about 70 degrees. I am dressed fashionably in good-quality khaki shorts, some Tommy Hilfiger shoes a colleague of mine once described as "killer", and a tight-fitting V-neck orange T-shirt layered with a new gray Michael Kors cotton cardigan.
In the center of the park there is a huge pond. Overlooking the pond are wooden swing-seats with space for two. Soon enough I come upon an auburn-haired, young-looking beauty sitting alone on one of them, listening to music on her smartphone. She doesn't see me. I walk past behind her and see from the left side that there is no ring on her finger. I go back again and approach from the right side, because that is the unoccupied side of the swing-seat.
We'll call her PerfectGirlfriend, because that's what she would be. She's the sort of girl a man might typically desire as his girlfriend or wife; ordinary men would never consider her for a quick fling. She's like the stereotyped gentle, soft-spoken heroine in a Hollywood romance.
I stand close, and as I cast my shadow over her from the setting sun, she is a little hesitant and nervous. I say nothing though, look away, for quite some time, determined that she should make eye contact first. Eventually she does.
"Hi! If you're not too busy, do you mind if I take this seat?" (Thanks to Zphix for this opener that's incredibly effective when used appropriately, I've discovered.)
She assents and I sit. She takes out her earphones. "I wanted to come say hello. I saw you sitting here, and you have the most beautiful russet-colored hair... What's your name?"
"I'm PerfectGirlfriend."
"Hey, PerfectGirlfriend." I smile, pause, and take her hand. I look deep into her eyes. "I'm Marty."
The beginning of the conversation is incredibly natural. "Are you just enjoying a little bit of relaxation and calm?" I ask.
"Yeah, just taking a break from school."
"School... you mean university, of course?" I ask. I am terrible at judging women's ages, and for obvious reasons I never want to find myself making overtures to a girl who has not reached the age of majority. Angry husbands or boyfriends are one thing to deal with, angry dads another entirely.
"Yes, I mean university. I'm at..." she names a large and prestigious university in our city's central business district.
The natural next step is to ask what she's studying... by this stage I can see from her body language that she's totally involved and contributing equally to the conversation. No question of annoyance at my interruption of her peace. She is smiling, her eyes sparkle throughout our conversation, and she's giving me the corner-of-the-eye look the whole time.
She names a subject that is incredibly close to my heart, though I didn't study it beyond high school. I don't want to go into specifics, but she is a scientist.
After this the conversation takes an upward turn... I know a lot about this subject, and can discuss with her in a relaxed, enjoyable manner, with lots of pauses, how it adds to all our lives.
I deep-dive on where she's from, where she's traveled and where she wants to go. What she wants to do. We get into a deep and substantive conversation.
This is getting dangerous. If I weren't already attached, and if I hadn't approached some seventy girls before her, I'd be falling for her already. Maybe I am anyway. Golden sunset, total quiet, just the two of us on a swing-seat, we have this deep connection so soon, and like I said, she's like the perfect movie female lead in a love story.
I could sit like this with her forever, but I am conscious I need to build investment. I ask her to move with me. She mentions that she likes going on walks, so I suggest we walk together. Now.
"I have to get back soon, but you can walk with me to the other side of the park... that's the direction I need to go to get back to the university." (She indicates the path.)
We walk. I tell her to stop to admire a spectacular view of downtown buildings across the pond, framed by rushes either side, with the setting sun directly in front. I move her to another path right at the pond's edge, then move her again to my other side so she is "protected" from falling in the pond. All the way we are talking in a slow, relaxed manner, with lots of pauses, like old friends.
I tell her we should totally get dinner together some day soon, unless she has a serious boyfriend, and she admits she has just gotten into a relationship. Unruffled, I say "That's exciting," and we briefly discuss the implications if she decides to leave town when she graduates next spring. I change the subject.
Later, I tell her to give me her phone number before it's too late, and she readily complies and puts it into my phone. Again, I start a discussion on a different topic and we continue to build a connection.
At the gate to the park, I stop her, tell her to enjoy the rest of her walk back through the streets, take her hand, and draw her in for a kiss on the cheek. She is nervous but assents. She even places a hand on my body.
My question to you fellas: should I have attempted to accompany her all the way back to her college residences? She is clearly in two minds about what to do after meeting this mysterious man right after getting into a relationship. I don’t want to spoil the chill vibe by becoming pushy... it'd be unnatural. But then again, maybe she will only respond well to me, and be excited, in my actual physical presence.
Saturday evening at about 6pm I went for a walk in a centrally-located, major city park. It is a perfect evening... golden sunshine, about 70 degrees. I am dressed fashionably in good-quality khaki shorts, some Tommy Hilfiger shoes a colleague of mine once described as "killer", and a tight-fitting V-neck orange T-shirt layered with a new gray Michael Kors cotton cardigan.
In the center of the park there is a huge pond. Overlooking the pond are wooden swing-seats with space for two. Soon enough I come upon an auburn-haired, young-looking beauty sitting alone on one of them, listening to music on her smartphone. She doesn't see me. I walk past behind her and see from the left side that there is no ring on her finger. I go back again and approach from the right side, because that is the unoccupied side of the swing-seat.
We'll call her PerfectGirlfriend, because that's what she would be. She's the sort of girl a man might typically desire as his girlfriend or wife; ordinary men would never consider her for a quick fling. She's like the stereotyped gentle, soft-spoken heroine in a Hollywood romance.
I stand close, and as I cast my shadow over her from the setting sun, she is a little hesitant and nervous. I say nothing though, look away, for quite some time, determined that she should make eye contact first. Eventually she does.
"Hi! If you're not too busy, do you mind if I take this seat?" (Thanks to Zphix for this opener that's incredibly effective when used appropriately, I've discovered.)
She assents and I sit. She takes out her earphones. "I wanted to come say hello. I saw you sitting here, and you have the most beautiful russet-colored hair... What's your name?"
"I'm PerfectGirlfriend."
"Hey, PerfectGirlfriend." I smile, pause, and take her hand. I look deep into her eyes. "I'm Marty."
The beginning of the conversation is incredibly natural. "Are you just enjoying a little bit of relaxation and calm?" I ask.
"Yeah, just taking a break from school."
"School... you mean university, of course?" I ask. I am terrible at judging women's ages, and for obvious reasons I never want to find myself making overtures to a girl who has not reached the age of majority. Angry husbands or boyfriends are one thing to deal with, angry dads another entirely.
"Yes, I mean university. I'm at..." she names a large and prestigious university in our city's central business district.
The natural next step is to ask what she's studying... by this stage I can see from her body language that she's totally involved and contributing equally to the conversation. No question of annoyance at my interruption of her peace. She is smiling, her eyes sparkle throughout our conversation, and she's giving me the corner-of-the-eye look the whole time.
She names a subject that is incredibly close to my heart, though I didn't study it beyond high school. I don't want to go into specifics, but she is a scientist.
After this the conversation takes an upward turn... I know a lot about this subject, and can discuss with her in a relaxed, enjoyable manner, with lots of pauses, how it adds to all our lives.
I deep-dive on where she's from, where she's traveled and where she wants to go. What she wants to do. We get into a deep and substantive conversation.
This is getting dangerous. If I weren't already attached, and if I hadn't approached some seventy girls before her, I'd be falling for her already. Maybe I am anyway. Golden sunset, total quiet, just the two of us on a swing-seat, we have this deep connection so soon, and like I said, she's like the perfect movie female lead in a love story.
I could sit like this with her forever, but I am conscious I need to build investment. I ask her to move with me. She mentions that she likes going on walks, so I suggest we walk together. Now.
"I have to get back soon, but you can walk with me to the other side of the park... that's the direction I need to go to get back to the university." (She indicates the path.)
We walk. I tell her to stop to admire a spectacular view of downtown buildings across the pond, framed by rushes either side, with the setting sun directly in front. I move her to another path right at the pond's edge, then move her again to my other side so she is "protected" from falling in the pond. All the way we are talking in a slow, relaxed manner, with lots of pauses, like old friends.
I tell her we should totally get dinner together some day soon, unless she has a serious boyfriend, and she admits she has just gotten into a relationship. Unruffled, I say "That's exciting," and we briefly discuss the implications if she decides to leave town when she graduates next spring. I change the subject.
Later, I tell her to give me her phone number before it's too late, and she readily complies and puts it into my phone. Again, I start a discussion on a different topic and we continue to build a connection.
At the gate to the park, I stop her, tell her to enjoy the rest of her walk back through the streets, take her hand, and draw her in for a kiss on the cheek. She is nervous but assents. She even places a hand on my body.
My question to you fellas: should I have attempted to accompany her all the way back to her college residences? She is clearly in two minds about what to do after meeting this mysterious man right after getting into a relationship. I don’t want to spoil the chill vibe by becoming pushy... it'd be unnatural. But then again, maybe she will only respond well to me, and be excited, in my actual physical presence.
but just don't do that kind of shit. 
