I was in a rut. I had lost my mojo. Anytime I talked with a woman that I was attracted to, I fumbled and stuttered and looked like a totally non functional human being.
I finally made a deal with myself. I figured I had nothing to lose. I had been alone for so long, I needed to kick myself out of my funk somehow or other.
I vowed to approach any attractive woman that I saw and let her know that I found her attractive. I expected to receive my share of rejection but I was bound and determined to give it a serious try for a while. I tried to think of it mathematically. If I approached 10 attractive women I was sure that 9 of them would deflect me one way or the other, but then maybe the tenth one would give me a chance. I felt the odds were better than what I had been trying in the past.
I was in the grocery store. A lovely blonde woman was there and we kept bumping into each other. I tried to think positive and approached her.
“I just wanted to say, I think you’re a very attractive woman.”
She smiled at me warmly.
“Thank You sir, I’ll let my husband know that you thought so.”
I smiled back at her. “He’s a lucky man. Have a nice day.”
We went our separate ways.
That wasn’t so bad, I thought to myself. At least a beautiful woman smiled at me.
The next day I filled up my car with gas. The young girl at the counter was cute as a button. I was probably too old for her but I was still committed to approach any woman I found attractive no matter what the age.
I paid for my gas and then said, “Honey, I just wanted you to know. I think you’re gorgeous.”
The clerk blushed prettily. “I know I’m not gorgeous, Mister, but thanks for the sentiment.”
“I’m serious, honey. I’d love to take you out to dinner if you’re interested.”
She blushed again.
“Sir, I have a boyfriend.”
“He’s a lucky young man, honey. Have a great day.”
“You too, sir.”
Again, that hadn’t gone all that badly. The girl seemed to enjoy the attention. I would flirt with her more the next time for sure.
I was wandering around Walmart. I decided my wardrobe needed to be upgraded. Some of the shirts I wore on a regular basis were starting to look a little worse for wear.
The store was busy. I found myself following a woman with a firm shapely ass. I was entranced. She stopped to look at bathroom accessories like shower curtains and bath mats. I stopped next to her and glanced at her face. She looked to be about my age. She was pretty.
“Excuse me, I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re very attractive.”
The lady gave me dirty look.
“Get lost, asshole.”
I bowed to her ironically and then left her alone.
Well, not all attractive women are nice. I knew that ahead of time. I was still committed.
As I headed towards the menswear section I came across another attractive woman. I made a U-turn and followed her. This woman wasn’t beautiful. She was nice looking though. I thought I might have a more realistic shot with her than some of the others I had tried before.
Eventually I approached her.
“Hi honey. I just wanted to let you know that I think you are very attractive.”
She looked surprised and studied me. She didn’t say anything.
“Your husband is a lucky man.”
She looked surprised again and then said, “Thank You, sir.” She pointedly ignored me after that.
I got the feeling that this lady was actually single, but she was just being cautious. I was tempted to try again, but I shrugged and turned towards the menswear section again.
I was in the book store. I spent a lot of my free time reading. There was a tall, slim lady with a tight ass studying the books in the suspense section.
I stood next to her. “Have you read the Reacher novels by Lee Child?”
She turned to me and smiled. “I read a couple of them. They were pretty good.”
“I’ve read the first 5. I’ve got number 6 at home.”
“Oh, one of those types, huh? Everything has to be in order?”
“Not everything, but book series? Yes, I like to start at the beginning.”
She smiled at me and then pulled out a James Patterson novel to study.
“Honey, your husband is a lucky man.”
She smiled and said, “I don’t have a husband.”
“OK then, your boyfriend is a lucky man.”
Her smile widened. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“OK then, your girlfriend is a lucky woman.”
She giggled delightedly. “I don’t have a girlfriend either, you goof.”
“Hey, I have a friend. She’s a grandmother but she’s still very attractive. She’s a lesbian. She’s single at the moment as far as I know, but she’s looking for a woman partner not a man.”
My new acquaintance looked at me seriously. “I’m not interested in women that way.”
“OK, so by the process of elimination then, you are currently unattached?”
She grinned at me. “Yes sir, I am single.”
I smile at her warmly. “Well, my beautiful single lady. I am also currently unattached. Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”
She studied me. “Maybe, I have a warning for you. I don’t want you to romantically pursue me. You won’t get anywhere. I promise you.”
“You’re saying you will have dinner with me as long as I acknowledge that we will not become a couple? Just friends?”
“Correct sir. Can you handle that?”
I studied her. She was a beautiful woman. We seemed to enjoy conversing with each other.
“OK, here’s the deal then. I am putting you into the friend zone. I will not romantically pursue you at your own request. If you find yourself wanting that status to change, meaning you think of me romantically, you will have to make the first move. I will never try and kiss you. Deal?”
She smiled at me delightedly. “Deal, what’s your name anyways?”
She held out her hand and we shook as she said, “Hi Eddie, I’m Denise. Pleased to meet you.”
We had dinner. I asked her to help find me a woman. She said she would, only if she decided she liked me.
We had a wonderful time together. She kept smiling at me. When the bill came she made sure she paid exactly half of the bill.
“OK honey. What’s the plan now?”
“You still want me to help you find a woman?”
“If you are still unavailable, then, yes, I want you to help me find a woman.”
She grinned at me. “You would be pursuing me if you could then?”
“You know it, girlfriend.”
She grinned at me again. “OK, let’s head to a club then.”
“You got any other plans?”
It was a Wednesday night. The pub was about half full. Denise and I ordered drinks and chatted. She was a wonderful lady. After about an hour she leaned in to me and almost whispered, “Don’t turn around, but there’s a lovely blonde woman behind you. She looks interested in you.”
“You’re shitting me, Denise.”
She giggled. “Nope, I’m serious, Eddie. She keeps giving me jealous looks.”
“Is she alone?”
“No, she’s out with a girlfriend.”
“So, it sounds too complicated. Thanks for letting me know, though.”
“She really is lovely, Eddie.”
“I’m gonna head to the little boys room, Denise. I’ll be right back.”
Denise smiled at me. “Check her out.”
There was, indeed, a lovely blonde woman sitting behind me. Her friend was cute too, but the blonde was bordering on gorgeous. She studiously ignored me as I walked back to my seat.
“She totally ignored me, Denise. I think you’re shitting me.”
Denise giggled. “She’s not ignoring you now, Eddie.”
“All Right, I’ll play your game, Denise. I’m going to approach her before I leave. Satisfied?”
Denise looked at me seriously. “Eddie, you said you wanted help. I’m just trying to help you.”
I calmed down a little. “How should I approach her then?”
“Doesn’t a band come on here soon?”
“I think so.”
“And people dance, right?”
“I think so.”
“Well, we can dance together. If she dances with her friend at the same time, you can make small talk with her then.”
“OK, we’ll hold off ‘til the band comes on. Can I ask you something a little more personal, Denise?”
She gave me a look. “I thought you understood the rules, Eddie.”
I blushed. “I do understand. I’m not going to put any moves on you. I promise.”
She studied my face. “OK then.”
“Denise, why is a lovely, smart, funny woman like yourself single?”
She blushed. “There’s an answer, Eddie. I’m not ready to tell you everything yet. Sorry.”
She looked sad, somehow. “OK, sorry, Denise. I’ll back off.”
She grinned at me. “It’s good to know that you really think those things about me, Eddie. Good for the ego.”
The band came on and the small area in front of the stage filled up with couples quickly. I stood up and held out my arm for Denise. She gave me beaming smile and we danced. Denise was gorgeous. Her ass was captivating. She caught me staring and then smiled and glanced in the blonde’s direction. I shifted focus. I tried not to be too obvious. I glanced over at the blonde. She did seem to be watching us fairly intently.
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