Leveraged my suave on a hottie in the mall. Damn she was fine! 5'6" 140 +/-, about 45 and no sunburned, wrinkled skin. She dug my class and sophistication. I was totally low key. When I quoted Sartre during the convo, she got wet. I suggested drinks (it was happy hour!!). We hit the cheesecake factory. No happy hour there!! Bitch! Then she wanted to order food but it was before she gave me the signal that there was going to be access. Food? At those prices? No end game in sight. Fuck that shit. I went to the men's room and set the alarm on my cell phone. Just as she was going to signal the waitress over, my alarm went off and I told her I had an important business meeting. Hey, I paid for the drinks, assholes. Then I left. No further investment unless it leads to the honey hole.