On Friday, I girded my loins and readied myself to meet my first
victim date. It was time to try the Cosmo tips.
I walked into Starbucks, and saw THE
victim Guy facing me. He looked like his photos: Tall, bald, blue-eyed, and fit. Such a relief! My waiting chair faced him at 6:00 to his 12:00. I wanted to try to “lean in close and do a slow 3 count,” a la Cosmo’s recommendation. However, I recognized the table height meant my boobs would take front and center stage if I sat across from him. I wanted to test the technique… not boob dazzle him.
“I’m going to move the chair over here, so I can hear you better.” I scooched my chair to his left… and in prime reach of the lean and stare flirting technique. He smiled warmly.
We chatted amiably about the neighborhood… apparently we are very close to being neighbors. We moved easily into discussing workouts. He lifts and does yoga. Sweeeeeeeeeeet. I like fitness.
Our conversation was moving along nicely, so it was time to try the technique. I had narrowed it down to the following option: move in close for a S-L-O-W 3 count, and then slowly return to my place. I took a deep breath… and made my move. His big, blue eyes held mine…but not for a S-L-O-W 3 count… he smiled, just a little, and slanted his eyes up and to the right. His upper torso tilted away a bit too. I couldn’t hold it in. I giggled. He zeroed back in.
I gave up the secret and told him what I had done. He laughed, “I wondered! That’s awesome!” We moved back to chitchat.
The date ended with a walk to my car, a pleasant hug, and a promise to meet the following week. I watched him as he strolled away. Nice ass, but I didn’t grab it.