Picking up Women

My career takes me away from home often. Now, with the internet, it's possible to fix myself up in advance with a woman to bed wherever I travel. Having said that, I'm not always successful. I'm away from home at the moment in a part of the country I visit often. Yesterday, I made a three-hour round trip to have sex with Wendy, but didn't find it satisfying, as explained in the previous posting. I used to have a regular lover in this part of the world, but she fell in love with me and gave me an ultimatum - leave Norma or we finish. I'm still on the lookout for a replacement. The internet is my best option, but before the days of the internet, I occasionally had success in picking up women in my hotel, bars or even once in San Francisco, on the street, and no, she wasn't a sex worker.

I want to share with you how I make an approach. There might be some women who would respond to a direct question: Do you want a shag?' but most would run a mile. An incremental approach has worked for me. It usually means that I get a 'no' at an early stage, but then I can look for another woman. Let me tell you about the Wendy I picked up in San Francisco. I know that city reasonably well and knew that the Anglican cathedral was behind me about 400 yards. I was walking away from it. A woman was walking towards me. I asked her the way to the cathedral. She told me what I already knew: it wasn't in the direction I was walking but in the direction she was walking. It seemed natural that I would chat to her while we were both heading that way.

I told her that I was new in town and asked her what places I should visit. In fact, we chatted for at least five minutes outside the cathedral. I then invited her for a coffee which she accepted, to my surprise. In this incremental approach, I could have been told that she had no idea where the catherdral was. She might have been about to turn off route before we got chatting and she might have refused a coffee.

Over coffee, I invited her to dinner that night. At the dinner table, I took hold of her hand. She could have recoiled and no real offence would have been taken. When were were holding hands, I became direct, but again, in a way that would not make her run if she didn't want what I offered. I looked into her eyes and said something like, 'It's strange, but I've only just met you and I have an irresistible urge to kiss you.' It sounds cringingly corny, but it did the trick.

She was coy and blushed, but I felt her hand grip mine more tightly. I did kiss her after dinner on the street outside the restaurant. Half an hour later, we were in bed. I regret not even exchanging phone numbers with her, but next morning, we parted and she became just a memory.

That was a success story, but there have been countless failures. I'll tell you about another successful pick-up tomorrow.