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This last book also had a passage indicated and it said something to the affect: that peasant woman have to be approached by the man, and would never make the first move. How disappointing especially since I was shy and not an aggressive type. So what was it? Had I been had? She went to a lot of trouble. What sort of mind-set was this? By the same token it was certainly good advice.
Which recalls another incident of some years later. I was down at the Main Library in SF across from City Hall. I remember the huge wood card catalogue box particularly, and it was a probably late Saturday morning and I must have been giving the eye to some woman there, and she must have returned signals because when she left I followed her. She headed north through the Tenderloin, I think up to say Bush Street, and then left toward Polk. It was a long walk on a hot day, but I always loved walking the streets of San Francisco, and the Tenderloin is always interesting, with all the shops, hotels and often seedy characters.
She first stopped in a Thrift Store and perused the isles, and I always keeping her in sight, but pretending not to notice her, and she not me. I have always liked thrift stores and the character of different stores I always found fascinating. She went out without buying anything and headed back toward Bush. Then she went into a hardware store. Now I was starting to get the message. She was looking for a hard-ass guy. She probably picked up various implements that had sexual connotations, not related to specific sex acts, but to the concept of the male dom in general, and I may or may not have noticed but must have.
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