1st Cinci visit. Dissapointed.
Yeah, I know time and place is everything, and mid day is almost never best, especially when EVERYONE is out in their yards or walking around.
Made my first exploratory circles in Cinci and came up dry. Warsaw was hopping with people, next to impossible to tell civilians from pros, except a tweaker that tried to jump in my car without an invitation. She looked so-so, but I ain't dealing with tweakerville.
That general area was a big zero.
Went up by Valley Center and more of the same, lots of people out, no one that looked in need of a ride. I did mistake one civilian as a possibility, but she declined. Hate that.
Valley View Gal Just Saved My Ass!!
Been window shopping along Reading the last week or so. It's been pretty much dead lately, so I wasn't expecting much. But, to my surprise I spotted a quite good looking WSW. Nice body, with her hair trimmed (you could even say shaved, but it wasn't really exactly) quite short on the sides. Walking North across from the Dollar General. One car passed and slowed down, and she definitely gave him the look and turned to see if he was coming back around, but he didn't. Unfortunately, I was on the wrong side of traffic, so I had to go down a bit to turn around. By the time I came back, she was sitting on the bench at the bus stop. I drove by, waiting to catch her eye, but she never looked at me. I pulled into the gas station parking lot directly across the street to try to come back around. She just kept digging through her purse and checking her phone. She even pulled out a compact mirror and lipstick and started dolling herself up a bit. I drive by again, and still not a single acknowledgement. By this time I was starting to get a bit annoyed. I pulled back into the gas station to turn around again. And that's when I saw it. A local LEO SUV parked nearby just waiting to pounce. From her angle, she could see him. But as I was driving by I completely missed it. Now, I know she wasn't protecting me per se and was just trying to keep herself out of trouble. But damn, girl, you literally just saved my sorry excuse for a soul. Whoever you were, thank you, thank you, thank you! If I ever see you again and get the chance, I just may hand you a couple of Jackson's to show my appreciation and not ask for anything in return. Be careful out there, gents (and, of course, our ladies)!