Call it creepy, or maybe downright rude, some girls like it, or appreciate the attention; but we stare when a woman walks by, who we recognize, know, or perhaps would like to know better. I do it, and it’s obvious that when you walk by someone, and they turn around to verify, maybe I need a second look. Sure, at the very moment, you are an object of our lust, but embedded in that, is some level of love. Of course, some girls like it when a guy stares; there is no reason to deny it.
Girls love attention.
I travel quite a bit, as anyone knows me, they know that I show up randomly when I am in town, and when I so happen to change my schedule to accommodate someone. All the same, there are some attractive people out there. If I was a model scout, I would easily find my quota of what the society would consider, Hot. Just recently, I was in Chicago and training sales professionals on some the methods of presenting our phones, and lo and behold, I found myself talking to someone who isn’t intrinsically lovely, but was someone who, if she played her cards right, could get a guy.
Tall and I’m sure what people would call, has a dirty, sexy look. Of course, being that everyone thinks that I have a reputation with girls, I might as well, live up to that stupid misnomer. Before we continue, my customary disclaimer: I am not out to get girls, and this story, whilst true, isn’t me attempting to get with her.
So after you finally put your eyes back in your head, and you realize you have been gazing too long at the girl, you need to make contact, preferable positive contact.
What did I do? I walked over, and immediately, accessed the situation. She looked bored, literally staring longingly outside. Here comes me to relinquish her of that boredom. Here’s the first lesson, don’t be a pansy. If you want to talk to a hot girl, just say hi. If she doesn’t like you, just deal; not every person is going to like you.
So I said to her, “Are you bored?”
She replied, “Yeah, I am.”
“So is it normally this quiet” I replied, “I’m not from around here, actually I’m from Seattle; so I’m not sure what this area is like.”
“Oh really, yeah, this area is quiet. There isn’t much to do here. What’s it like in Seattle?” She said in a curious voice.
There you go, I started a conversation, by putting myself in a vulnerable position, with someone basically out of my league. I could have just stared at her and that would have been creepy; or just not have spoken to her, which would have been stupid. I was equally bored, and we made conversation. What’s the point of it? Well, not the reasons you might be thinking, but a true testimony of this, was when I left, a few hours later, and she warmly smiled; some people you can tell, were genuinely glad to meet you, and she was definitely one where that vibe was flowing from. A nice smile, keen eyes, and someone who was able to help her briefly escape the boredom.
I guess I should have asked her out for drinks. =P



