This happened yesterday. ------ Earlier today I went out and did day game. I made the mall my “sarging” location. I get to the mall around lunchtime. I enter Sears and get a free dose of Jean Paul Gautier cologne. I love the cologne. I just won’t buy Jean Paul Gautier’s because it’s too expensive for my budget. I scan the area for some attractive girls to warm up with. I spot one by the M·A·C Cosmetics booth. I get her opinion on the cologne I’m wearing. She likes it but says I put on too much. I tell her that I get excited when I see something I like. I give her a wink. She smiles. I bid her farewell and find some more girls to warm up on. I enter the mall and find an assortment of attractive girls. I don’t know where to start. I spot two girls about to pass in front of me. I step out right in front of them. They stop and give me a “What the hell is your problem?” look. I turn and smile at them. They walk off and mention something between themselves that contains the word “asshole”. I look around for some more girls. I notice a large amount of girls in a store. When I realize that store that is I give my head a shake. That store is American Eagle. AE is loved by wannabes. I decide to become a “wannabe” and venture inside the store. I go in to the men’s section, grab two random shirts and approach these two attractive girls. V: “Which do you guys like better?” Blonde: “What?” V: “These shirts, WHICH DO YOU LIKE BETTER!?” Blonde: “OH! They’re the same shirt, but different colour.” I look at the shirts . . . V: “So they are . . . which colour looks best?” Blonde: “Is this a pickup line?” V: “Yeah. It is. I find it easier than just asking a girl if she wants to fuck.” Blonde” *Laughs* “It’s a good line. Just make sure to get two different shirts next time.” V: “I’ll do that. Anyways. How do you guys know each other?” Blonde: “We’re friends from school. This is Angela. My name is Tara.” V: “It’s a pleasure to meet you Angela.” Angela: “It’s nice to meet you . . . What’s your name?” V: “My name is V.” Angela: “Well it’s nice to meet you V.” Our conversation goes on to discuss why in God’s name they shop at American Eagle, what kind of guys they are trying to attract with their “wannabe” clothes, and I try to guess what kind of panties they are wearing. They tried to guess mine, but couldn’t because I was going commando that day. I noticed Angela was into it this devilish conversation. Angela was locked onto my eyes, laughing more than necessary, and touching my arm multiple times. I ignored Tara while talking more intimate with Angela. Tara interrupts our conversation by asking me, “How old are you V?” V: “Guess.” Tara: “20.” V: “No. 22.” V: “How old are you guys?” Angela: “Guess.” I like to guess five years older than I think they are. V: “23.” Tara: “You’re about ten years off.” I go wide-eyed in shock. V: “13!?” Angela: “No! 16.” Angela keeps up the conversation while the words “you’re a pedophile” rattle around in my head. I tell myself, “The legal age of consent in Ontario is 16. She is legal and she is fuckable.” The battle of ethics continues in my mind for a period of time. I’m brought back to reality when Angela hits me on the arm. Angela: “Are you listening?” V: “Of course. I just remembered that I have an appointment that I am late for.” Angela: “Well you should get going to it. Let me give you my number.” V: “I don’t have a pen and paper.” (I do have a pen and paper. At that moment I do not want to be getting a 16-year-olds digits.) Angela: “Do you have a cell phone?” V: “No.” Angela: “Well let me write it down for you.” V: “OK.” I get Angela’s number, tell them it was a pleasure meeting me, and head to the food court to ponder over the number. She clearly wants to fuck me. And I want to fuck that 16-year-old. I decide to keep the number and call her later this week. ------ Should I hit it, or not?