Sunday I took a trip to our city's Botanical Garden. I was with a couple other people, but we went in separate cars which made things easy. After a half-hour or so I waited for them to walk ahead on a winding path lined with tall shrubs, then turned around and gave them the slip.
Within ten minutes I had found my target. A tall girl apparently in her mid-twenties, in wedge heels and a very short blue-and-white dress with long blond hair and some of the finest legs I've ever seen. She was with two other women... a much older woman whom I presumed to be her mother and another of about own her age, but much plainer, whom I had down as her sister. Both assumptions turned out to be wrong: they were her aunt and cousin.
Here was my chance to do a group approach properly and really have fun with it. I sat and observed them for a while; they were taking their time, enjoying their Sunday afternoon in the garden in no hurry. They walked down a path toward the lily-pond and hothouse. I wasn't sure whether I'd be able to isolate the girl. I took the path on the opposite side of the lawn, in the same direction.
I walked past them at the lily-pond and entered the hothouse, figuring that would be their next destination. I hung out among the orchids and creepers. I took up position on a little wooden bridge, watching the waterfowl below and waiting.
Five minutes later they came in, chatting animatedly. They took a look at the frogs, then came in my direction. They were speaking a language I know well, one I speak fluently.
I cooled my heels the other side of the bridge. They walked onto the bridge and started taking photographs. I wandered up casually and offered to photograph the three of them: they readily assented.
Even a month or two ago I wouldn't have been able to figure out that angle, and would almost certainly have cried off this approach as too difficult.
I handed back the camera to one of the women; another handed me hers, the aunt I think. I took more photos, and returned it. They were still in no hurry, but very much together.
I stepped onto the bridge where my girl was leaning on the railing. I leaned next to her facing the same direction, touched her arm lightly and spoke in a deep, resonating, slow, barely audible, conspiratorial tone.
"Excuse me a second. I don't want to disturb while you're with your mom, but I couldn't help noticing you have the most glorious long sexy legs. I wanted to say hello."
"Oh!!!" Big smile.
"What's your name?" Still the same husky tone.
"Hi, I'm LongSexyLegs."
"LongSexyLegs, it's nice to meet you." Smile, strong eye contact, lengthy pause. "I'm Marty."
I take her hand. She introduces the other women as her aunt and cousin. She tells me they are visiting from a land I know. I speak to them briefly, a couple sentences in their own language. Giggles all around, especially from the aunt!
I turn back to LongSexyLegs and build very brief rapport... I cannot detain her long from her visitors. I ask her on a date and she agrees. I tell her to put her number in my phone.
She starts asking me questions about myself, but I consider it proper to preserve mystique, particularly as she is not alone. I say, "We'll talk about it later." That'll give the three of them a bone to chew on as they wonder about this mysterious man who approached her! I wish them well for the remainder of their visit and leave. And no cheek-kiss this time. It wouldn't be proper in front of the aunt. ;-)
Within ten minutes I had found my target. A tall girl apparently in her mid-twenties, in wedge heels and a very short blue-and-white dress with long blond hair and some of the finest legs I've ever seen. She was with two other women... a much older woman whom I presumed to be her mother and another of about own her age, but much plainer, whom I had down as her sister. Both assumptions turned out to be wrong: they were her aunt and cousin.
Here was my chance to do a group approach properly and really have fun with it. I sat and observed them for a while; they were taking their time, enjoying their Sunday afternoon in the garden in no hurry. They walked down a path toward the lily-pond and hothouse. I wasn't sure whether I'd be able to isolate the girl. I took the path on the opposite side of the lawn, in the same direction.
I walked past them at the lily-pond and entered the hothouse, figuring that would be their next destination. I hung out among the orchids and creepers. I took up position on a little wooden bridge, watching the waterfowl below and waiting.
Five minutes later they came in, chatting animatedly. They took a look at the frogs, then came in my direction. They were speaking a language I know well, one I speak fluently.
I cooled my heels the other side of the bridge. They walked onto the bridge and started taking photographs. I wandered up casually and offered to photograph the three of them: they readily assented.
Even a month or two ago I wouldn't have been able to figure out that angle, and would almost certainly have cried off this approach as too difficult.
I handed back the camera to one of the women; another handed me hers, the aunt I think. I took more photos, and returned it. They were still in no hurry, but very much together.
I stepped onto the bridge where my girl was leaning on the railing. I leaned next to her facing the same direction, touched her arm lightly and spoke in a deep, resonating, slow, barely audible, conspiratorial tone.
"Excuse me a second. I don't want to disturb while you're with your mom, but I couldn't help noticing you have the most glorious long sexy legs. I wanted to say hello."
"Oh!!!" Big smile.
"What's your name?" Still the same husky tone.
"Hi, I'm LongSexyLegs."
"LongSexyLegs, it's nice to meet you." Smile, strong eye contact, lengthy pause. "I'm Marty."
I take her hand. She introduces the other women as her aunt and cousin. She tells me they are visiting from a land I know. I speak to them briefly, a couple sentences in their own language. Giggles all around, especially from the aunt!
I turn back to LongSexyLegs and build very brief rapport... I cannot detain her long from her visitors. I ask her on a date and she agrees. I tell her to put her number in my phone.
She starts asking me questions about myself, but I consider it proper to preserve mystique, particularly as she is not alone. I say, "We'll talk about it later." That'll give the three of them a bone to chew on as they wonder about this mysterious man who approached her! I wish them well for the remainder of their visit and leave. And no cheek-kiss this time. It wouldn't be proper in front of the aunt. ;-)
