Over the weekend I took the LTR down to the local farmer’s market. It’s a nice place to go on a Saturday morning to eat breakfast, drink some coffee, and listen to mediocre music from the aging local bands. Usually when the weather is nice the place is packed. With schools back in session, it was less than busy this past weekend.
We get there shortly after the market opened and headed back to where all the food stands are located. When we walked up to the seating area in front of the stage I noticed two things. First, most of the tables were empty. Second there was a beautiful girl with two kids sitting near the left hand side of the seating area.
While picking up our breakfast orders, I casually looked around at the various families and couples. It’s a bit of a habit I’ve picked up since becoming aware of the matrix. Typically I like to read the interpersonal dynamics and see if I can determine who’s dominant in their relationships and who’s submissive. Same with watching groups. Anyway, at this time I see several young couples with children and babies. Uniformly the women are all fat and going to seed. One that stood out was a woman who would have been a HB7 except for the 40 extra pounds she was carrying.
After picking up our orders, the LTR and I sat down at the table next to the HB8 I’d seen on the way in. She was thin, semi-athletic looking with wavy red/brown hair cut to about shoulder length but pulled back into a pony tail. No wedding ring on any finger. Of the two children with her, one was a boy of about 4 years old, and the other was just a baby.
Our table was short a chair so I turned around to the HB8 and said, ‘If you’re not saving this chair I’m going to take it.’
HB8 replied, ‘Go for it,’ only I couldn’t understand what she said because her accent was so thick.
I looked back at her giving her a second assessment. Eastern European. Definitely. ‘Excuse me?’ I said.
‘Go.for.it’ she said again. At this point the 4 year old was asking for a pastry from the bakery stand next to the tables. The HB8 asked the LTR if she would mind watching the boy while she got him a cinnamon roll. LTR told her it wouldn’t be a problem.
When the HB8 got back, I started chatting her up. Making friendly conversation. One of the decisions I made when I started learning game was that I would talk to anybody just to practice conversation skills. LTR doesn’t understand this and she’s the type that is always afraid of being embarrassed. Anyway HB8 volunteered up her life story. The boy was not her’s but the son of her employer. She was an au pair. The baby was three and a half months old and was her’s. She was from Latvia, hence the accent.
Two things came to my mind at this point. One, here’s a woman who basically just had a baby and she looks incredible. Better than the LTR even. The dichotomy between the bloated American new mom and this gal proved to me one again that American women don’t take care of themselves. Furthermore, American women seem perfectly content letting themselves go to seed on their husbands and boyfriends. Second, I was wondering if Roissy knows he’s fathered another child.
