“Inferred” seems to always work

—Yrs Trly is walking across a parking-lot.
An attractive girl is coming the other way.
Our eyes meet, and she smiles at me. I admit I did look her way; I didn’t avoid her.
I stop and say “if you’re gonna smile at me, I hafta say hello.”
She smiles harder.
What did I just do readers? (“Get ready Luke!”)
I inferred I liked what I saw, and she ate that up. (“She was being sociable!”)
I’ve had it happen.
I didn’t say “how about it honey,” or grab her privates. I’m not #45.
I admit she wasn’t some slovenly Harley-momma that would turn me off.
She was a girl (“GASP!”), and I like girls — designed in I guess.
—I walk out of my supermarket aimed for a head-on into a pretty girl if we don’t go around each other.
Our eyes meet and she smiles at me.
“You gotta cut that out,” I say to her. “That smiling is dangerous.”
BOOM! She smiles so hard she lights up the entire store.
I did it again readers. I Inferred I liked what I saw; and she was cute.
—I’m at a wedding celebration in Massachusetts.
A young pretty-girl sits right next to me, to bask in the pleasure of a 77-year-old geezer liking her as a person.
She’s the girlfriend of my niece’s ex-husband.
Her frumpy dress is loose-fitting; she needs to button the front.
Ex desires to display his sexual prowess, that he won a pretty young girl, and got her into a loose-fitting, overly revealing dress.
That girl and I struck up a conversation, and it was her doing, not me.
I almost think she mighta sat next to me for that reason.
We talk and talk and talk and talk; thoroughly enjoying each other.
I start crying when I mention losing my wife.
She tries to console me, and loverboy decides he’s gotta get his honey away from me; I’m a threat.
They move to another table.
Her smile was fabulous; her cleavage only a pleasant distraction.
Fabulous eyes and eyebrows too. They made her bare skin secondary.
“I really like you,” I radiate.
“Let’s talk,” pointless yammering, but “let’s enjoy each other.”
The mere fact I wanna talk infers I’m attracted to her.
That’s an inferred “like;” not an el-cheapo Facebook “like.”
She’s not the only one of course.
Treat a woman as a real person, and I attract ‘em like flies.
Just striking up a conversation tells a girl she attracted me.
“You gotta stop that smiling!”
She lights up the store!”