The After Party

Here's the post y'all have been waiting for. Or not. Chatting up women at Bert's place! 

Over the course of two nights I met three different women of varying shades of blonde, because of course I would when I presented as a handsome, charming, mature, casually well dressed man. So let's have a laugh at my expense, shall we?

First, I got my wish at the block party and immediately met the confident, costumed woman from Halloween night. She brought over a cooler filled with corked bottles of margaritas made with Don Julio tequila, and while we sampled them I learned a few things about her. 

Her costume was made on a budget (big plus), she's ex-military (where the self confidence comes from, plus), a caring mother for her preschool aged daughter (always a plus), estimated to be forty (not young enough to be my daughter, plus)... but then I discovered mid party via Bert that she's unhappily married. She has a husband that never leaves the house, and she may be looking for something on the side. 

Well, that explains why her finger was bereft of a ring on both nights. Ara ara!

So let's move on to the second woman I met...

This lady is around my age, about an inch taller than I, and very friendly. We talked at great length over wine (her) and beer (I) on various topics on both nights, and I enjoyed listening to her foreign accent. I didn't pry, but I'm guessing she's Dutch or Swedish. She also has a preteen daughter that's well behaved, always a plus.

I never viewed her as anything other than Bert's neighbor, but this young at heart lady openly confessed she's seriously considering a separation from her husband whom I also hung out with at varying points on both nights. I wish I had known that fact before I drunkenly admitted on Halloween how well off I am financially. Now I'm wary I could be viewed as a potential landing spot if she indeed separates. Ara ara!

But I need to be this woman's friend because the third lady I met does part time work for her husband. 

This one is in her early forties (plus), single and childless (preferred), likes football (hell yeah) but is a fan of a hated Raiders rival (I'll tolerate it). She's cuddly and tall, and the latter is only a concern if she has an issue over our height differences. We spent a lot of time talking, often playfully, during the party until she had to leave for a pet caring side hustle. 

While a part of me wanted to ask her out for coffee, the truth is I had already asked those first date screening questions I would've over a steaming cup of Pike Place Roast. I kept things cordial at all times, including not asking her for her phone number, so she would feel comfortable around me. I believe I made a good first impression on her.

Now I'd like the assistance of Bert and his married neighbors to help the side hustle pet sitter and I get together. My best bet would be a future block party or perhaps a more intimate gathering at someone's condo in the near future. I'm interested in dating her if the interest is mutual.

Even if she's not interested in me, I'm sure both 25 and 30 year old mes will give me high fives for not only putting myself out there but for feeling inspired to dress up more often. I went on a bit of a clothes shopping spree on Saturday afternoon, and soon I will buy a pair of boots that pair well with jeans.

I feel so alive right now that I can't wait to dress up for my next WS shopping trip. I won't go into details about what happened the last time I was there, so I'll tease you with this: it felt empowering to have a six foot tall brunette flash me a bashful smile.