Stopped by a neighborhood tourist attraction yesterday (3 blocks from my home), sunny day. Hanging on my bike at the base of tiled stairs. Suddenly there is a HB9 in front of me looking up the stairs, blacks super tights and black tight top, incredible ass, a shawl-like thing around her hips like a sort of funky mini-dress, and some her hair pinned to stick up straight and cascade over like something out of Dr. Sueuss. With a little bit of bright pink in it!

She never turns (I'm waiting so I can open), and heads up the stairs, and I'm afraid I've missed it. But after only going a ways, she suddenly turns and comes back down. Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it...at the very bottom as she's about to turn and off up the street, she gives me the glance I've been waiting for. With a big smile, "you are looking very nice today". I hardly pause as she is moving, and I immediately stack with "with that hair you kind of look like a flamingo!". Yes, I said that. I don't know what she was about to say re: the direct opener, bu with that she responds with a little laugh and some mild surprise, "oh, a flamingo!". A few comments about how cool the stairs are in the setting sun...and she's still perhaps 8' away and partially turned away. Say something! I throw out "you really ought to see this in the moonlight, it's really spectacular". Boom, suddenly, she turns and comes back to me! And we start chatting.

Now to my sticking point. With her close I can see that she is probably in the 27-32 range, about my height, and dressed quite sexy. I discover that she's a visitor (no surprise), no she won't go out clubbing tonight because she has to deliver a training tomorrow, and she's in town only until Monday.

This is where I FAILED. She is AVAILABLE, right now and if for some reason not, perhaps the next (Saturday) night, alone in an awesome city, dressed to attract without question, and probably looking for company and just maybe a little more than willing to enjoy a little zipless action on her adventure in SF. It's dinner time...ask her if she has dinner plans and offer to take her to the best thai restaurant in the city, which is a short walk away, doh!!!

Do I? No. I close with a name exchange and handshake, and let her walk away. DAMN ME!!!!

Okay, no whining, just learning: WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THAT? I think my high level assessment is "I wasn't ready". I wasn't "geared up" mentally/emotionally to immediately jump into an instant date, and her being a full on 9 adding to that sense of "not ready", and behind that was a little concern that my trustee viagra (I'm 60, give me a break) that assures I can be a rock for an hour or more was nowhere in my pockets. Which then led me to kind of self-destruct, by allowing the convo to end a little early, and without ANY close at all. My mind was screaming at itself as I watched her very hot ass rotate slowly out of sight.

LESSON: BE READY. Where and how I'm gaming here, I am encountering lots of tourists with generally little time before they are up and away to a different city. Being ready willing and able. mentally and physically, to instant date, to escalate. to go fuck her in her hotel room just a little later today because it just possibly could get there, is my sticking point and what I have to work on, now that I'm way more comfortable with the initial open and banter process.

Great open, great work to get her hooked, excellent interaction...and a total FAIL re: close. LEARN, and IMPROVE! Because damn, I want me some of that!

Onward and upward. BE READY!!