Abstract: 2 months into map. Working out every day, lifting, trail running and mt. biking. 6'2/200/15%. Working hard on OI with some notable slips. Wife of 16 years showing some signs of life, but I have a long way to go. Finances, hobbies, kids, all good.
I started noticing IOIs about a month in, and decided I needed to work on my approach. One of them is a cute little brunette I see on the ferry. She's given me some good lingering glances a few times, so this morning I go introduce myself while we're boarding and she is all ears. We go get a seat together and it's full on flirtation. My goal at this point is to get a date with her, then let her know it will be completely platonic. I'm not planning on cheating or puppy-killing at this point.
First few minutes are basic small talk, where do you work, where do you live blah blah blah. She's got a few big red flags for suitability ("I'm an empathy educator for an international non-profit") but I DGAF cuz I have no intention of dating this lady. Divorced with two kids, no surprise there at my age. She's also got a rock hard body and some great bolt-ons, so I'm trying to stay focused. At one point she mentions she's still tired and is about to lie down on me and have a nap. I'm thinking I'm a golden god of seduction, chatting with the first chick I'm openly hitting on in 20 fucking years.
It takes her about 10 minutes to ask if I'm still married, to which I can only respond "yeah..". Talk about caught flat footed. Of all the fucking obvious questions to not be prepared for. At that point it's pretty much needle-off-the-record. She retreats back into small talk. We get to the dock, and I figure I have to complete the experiment. "So you want to grab a drink on the way home?" She looks at me incredulously: "Nice to meet you, Senor" and she's off.
TLDR: opened a random 7 on the way to work, for the first time since the 90's. Could have closed for sure, but was totally unprepared for a 100% predictable line of conversation. Dumb fuck.